Today I’m here but no one knows how long that will last. Tomorrow darkness may swallow the world absorbing the souls of many who are kind, leaving hell on this earth eating from this feeding station.
I’m dramatic, a individual full of trails that lead to many worlds. A heart that is heavy carrying gold to those who are poor showing them kindness when darkness hits. I am mistaken as cold but within me I bleed like everyone else. My heart is warm but my mind is frigid like the artic.
I’m a horror writer, I don’t see daisies covered in sunshine. I see blood covered utensils and hidden weapons through out the house. 
I’m good
I’m evil
I’m what ever my story wants me to be, then I step out into reality and I’m me. A human with emotions just like you. My worlds turn off their lights and I go live my life on this world we view as normal.
You pick up my book and wonder if somewhere deep within my mind I know something you don’t. Now my words are stuck in your head and a piece of my darkness is stuck in you.
Or was it in you all along and I just brought it out?