My darker side...
This piece really touched the darker personality of my heart Maestro. My darker personality has a the figure of a dark cloaked figure wandering throughout a desert landscape. His eyes are a fearsome red, with his arms to his mid-knuckles and his feet covered in bandeges. As he walks through the desert he needs no food to satisfy his hunger. Needs no water to quench his thirst. So what does he live on? What causes him to continue a seemingly empty existance in the middle of a desert? I'll tell you. He is walking through the scorching sands of time with the harsh desert sun beeming down on his brow. As he continues to walk he suddenly comes across a party of people, nearly passed out on the never ending sands. He comes near them and their breathing is heavy and ragged. "Water...water!..." is what is coming from their mouths in rasping tones. I look down at their pleading eyes as they wander to my canteen. I grin as I take the canteen and shake it revealing that there is no water in my canteen. Their eyes widen at the sudden cruelness, but I then raise my hand and clench it tightly in a fist. The sands rumble and shake and almost as if hell itself is rising an oasis rises from the sands with a large lake at it's center. I pick up the group and drop them in the lake, the tortures of the desert being washed from them as the water clenses their bodies and souls of despair. What is the reason of my existence? Why do I live? I live for God and to give others help...when no one else will. By the way, do you still want me to send you chapters of my story? Keep up the good work...