The Darkness

So there we were, all alone. She was in front of me but my mind was thinking of someone else entirely. I sure would like for my actions only to hurt myself and not anyone else, but it is not the nature of actions to be forgotten or to, in themselves, forgive. They haunt you like death and unforgiveness, that is, they always come back and bite a piece off your ass.

So there i was, a taken man (as taken as you can be in highschool), another woman, not my beloved, snugged tight in my arms. There were we, all alone and the bed all to ourselves, kisses on the cheek, chin and arms, no lips, not yet at least...

Then we went to sleep, it had been a long night. So comes the sun the morning after, i wake up and she is sound asleep, her head on my chest, it is I who is thinking logically, reasonably, and yet sexually and beastfully. It is not my counterpart, it is I. Darkness.

Yes, it is me who latches on to my host, taking hold of him and never letting go until my deed is fully done, then i just leave and let the train come and wreck my host so I can take control once more. He knows of my existance, but cannot or doesn't want to, lift a finger to free himself from my control. He embraces me and my desires, for he knows that deep down, my desires... are his own.

And so, she wakes up. We start deeply fondling again, caressing each other and getting wounded up together even more tightly by the second, the good natured guy flashes an image of his beloved through our mind, trying to get some hold of the situation. It is to no avail, totally useless, i have total control over this body now.

And this body wants sex, now. I, it is me, who wants it. The other part its still holding its ground, avoiding her lips at each turn, but every time the grip over this body gets weaker and the desire gains advantage over its actions, my good side slips into darkness with every godly touch this body gives and receives, until finally... he falls for good.

Then her lips reach mine, and then I stop, I want my host to remain alive and healthy, no need for us to throw ourselves off a fifth floor. So I choose not to sleep with her.

And he's done for. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide because he is responsible for his own body and words, even if it's me (and it's my true pleasure to have been me) the one who is responsible. Only a few know about my existence, and so, he is the one to be ridden by the guilt of this body's actions. I receive no harm and i get ever stronger.

In the end, all the mistakes fall onto this body and being him the one who is awake all the time, he receives full credit while I sleep peacefully in the darkest of spots inside his conscience.

That's the true nature of evil, the one that you cannot blame on others, but only on yourself. That's what makes it fun for me, no matter how hard he tries to contain me, the evil inside him, when he thinks he has won me over, i just play my hand and the house of cards falls apart once more.

So better luck next time, asshole.