Alter-Ego

The sun bleeds out over the horizon
vermilion flooding the sky
as it makes a last frail attempt
to keep the darkness at bay

The gray creeps over the land
shrouding the last strips of light
in a layer of omnipresent malevolence
Trepidation plaguing the heart

All too soon there is only the night
The stars melancholic light
Pale and insubstantial to guide
Even the keenest eyes to safety

There is a stirring inside
the burden of constraint lifted
Shredded away to reveal the blackened nature
Deceivingly stored away during the day

Ebony-hued eyes scour the confines of his refuge
Voraciously searching for something
Someone rather,
To feed his iniquitous desire to mutilate

He tries to rise up from his crouch
Only to find himself restrained by chains,
thick and seemingly impenetrable
Fastening around his ankle

He curses loudly unto himself
Eyes seething as he struggles against his bind
Frustration brewing menacingly
Unable to escape

"Where did I put the key?"
He knows that somewhere
in the obnoxiously defiant part of his mind
Part of him is laughing at his expense  

He wracks his brain,
rummaging desperately in his synapses
trying to get a hold around
the self he left behind in the light

"Your never going to find it"
The condescending voice, full of truth
echos around his thoughts
Dashing his every hope of escape

In his defeat he breaks down
disappointment tearing him apart
as he curls up in a damp corner
and ruminates of soothing vengeance

The sun blooms over the horizon
Golden rays filling up the sky
Daylight growing boldly and benevolently
The darkness dissipating rapidly

There is a stirring inside
the burden of constraint lifted
Shredded away to reveal the weary nature
Hidden away during the night

Gray hued eyes take in his surroundings,
Landing on the cleverly concealed brick
Easily pried from the wall  
revealing a small pewter key

He smirks to himself as he retrieves it
Knowing full-well last nights tantrum
Was his own deviant infliction
and chuckles as he slides the key home

He rises up from his corner
stretching broadly before gathering his pack
The aches of last nights struggle
Easily overlooked in his triumph