Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26252024-20150629192843

Born into darkness no light in sight the only thing you hear is the shadows giving a name to you “Alexander,” is what the shadows called me before my eyes opened for the first time even before i heard my mother's voice or even i see her face. The shadows had been in my life for as long as i can remember, they are a part of me until the end every time i pulled the trigger on someone, ever time i get that crazed look in my eye and that smile of a crazy man i didn't know to feed it. so it wouldn't consume me and my soul but i’m afraid i already i already lost it.

Every time i killed something watched the there blood and tissue exploding from there body, i kill to not feel the torment of the shadows that id been concealing from myself and others for the longest time. Too long and too late because if you conceal it just, drives madness that is why i gave my gun to him, to save him from the madness that had tortured me for so long. Looking in to his crazed eyes i can tell that he is just like me with the shadows and darkness following him the eyes a madman.

so i fought the shadows guiding my finger for the last time and gave him the gun and went to my knees and said “do it” to save me and start the curse of pain and bloodshed i whisper to myself when he puts the gun to my head “i’m sorry for the blood” he pulls the trigger starting the lope of death, madness and despair for the many involved with him I know i’m not the last victim of the shadows. 