And as I watch with blood red eyes. Seeking the creature soon to be my prize. For it is my family's cries that in the end I begin to despise. Not out of anger or spite. The ones I hate are you an I. Face to face with the putrid demon. Now no one is sure what to believe in. Feeling lost and alone. Wandering in the depths of the unknown. I find it strange this place seems like home. Questioning is there an ounce of my life that I myself truly own. Drowning in my pool of self loathing. The darkness all of a sudden foreboding. Not...