I still fear the dark, not for the monsters that children believe in, but for the monsters that lurk in my thoughts. The light brings distraction in colour, movement, being, but the darkness allows my other senses to take over. Do you know what's funny? Hearing, smelling, touching, tasting can all be fakes. We use things to trick these almost daily. So in the absence of sight thoughts take over. Not the happy thoughts that come during day time. No. Those thoughts are scared away by the ones we rarely seek. The secrets we hide. The fears. And the thing everyone can sense the ultimate truth. The truth beyond all others. The truth that no one knows. Death.
Except me.
Maybe one day I will no longer fear these things, but part of me knows that when this day comes there will no longer be any shred of humanity in my soul. Perhaps there isn't any left now, maybe that's what I really fear.
See even the insane care. They still have their humanity. They had too much. That's why they are how they are, they cared too much, they cared to the point their brains could no longer take the emotion. Everyone cares.
Except me.
I just fear, I bring fear, I feel fear, I live fear.
I walk the cracks of society. I touch every being. I feel the depth of the truth. It's not my wish, nor my choice, it's a unnatural force propelling me along. It forces the wheel of fortune. Without it nature would fall. No one has seen it in the entire existence of conciousness.
Except me.
Without me corpses would walk and diseases would roam. Living would now be death. Existing would simply be grim.
I am the reaper.
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