Passages of Time

The yesteryear, the year before, and nothing seems to have changed but it all has. How is it that life turns in circles yet it seems that the circle is slightly off the center that it was on before? A year of this, a year of that, a year of such joy and heartache it all comes to an end. Life is a game, a game of chance, a game of skill, but mostly it's never played in such a way. If I make move A, how can I be so sure that move B will present itself? I loved you John for what you wanted to be to me yet I hated you because I knew it was all false. So many other warm bodies but no caring and what is wrong with the independant woman who seeks such warmth in dead of night at the bar? Society is wrong, we are who we are, imperfect and realisitc. I didn't want to care, I still don't want to, but it's hard when a man grabs your heart in the way that is most to your liking. He thinks he's evil but you know that it's not because you know what evil is and he does not have the heart to do it. Or maybe he does and he just hasn't yet. But evil of that sort is different because they're perfect, living in their perfect world entitles them to whatever they want, they notice not -- or maybe they do -- the wishes of those who they're intimate with. That is the evil, true evil that lives. But sweet evil is better because he can care. His evil is not so evil but is the evil of those who are intelligent enough and also keep their emotions. There are no regrets with the change of this sun and there are no harsh feelings anymore. These are replaced with bitter resignation even more so now than they ever were for the creature that lurks within begins to emerge from its hiding place knowing now what it must do to free the soul it once claimed. Oh, and this creature is beautifully ugly, with pale blue skin, dark-circled eyes, and black lips. Her sneer bradishes teeth covered in blood and her skeleton-like hands grip your throat. She does not want to kill you but she does want to get into your head. It is this creature that feels the pain and the joy of a thousand souls. This creature will lie and tell you she is not smart. This creature will use whatever power she had to convince you of all that she is not. Her costume is the skin of well-mannered young lady, elfish and shy with a sweet nature. Beware of this creature for she will sap you of your soul until there is nothing left to hold. But in the meantime, she smiles at her latest victim and licks her lips in anticipation....