“It’s 2 AM. Why Is There An Eldritch Being In My Closet?”

“Death is certain, but spectacle is likely. And that makes it all the more worth it.”

“Salt the earth. This town shouldn’t be standing when I return.”

“I need answers.”

“…”

“If no one will give them to me, I’ll have to take them myself.”

“Our next five minutes are going to be the most crucial. So, no- Look at me! This will be difficult, so keep a level head, alright?”

“Fine, be that way. But don’t expect me to haul you back from whatever hell you get to.”

“Allow me to wallow in the thin vainer of apathy I have left.”

“Festering anger and annoyance at your past self? I know this feeling all too well.”

“Keep me here all you want. Nothing will change out there.”

“I’m fine, blood doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Alas, To Be Human” by me

You are restless.

Impeach your inner perils

As to call to mind the right of way.

Alas, to be Human.

As the Dawn still breaks

So must Dusk give way to Dark.

Made to be sinking low and soaring high.

Opposite ends with no middle ground.

To flock to a side or another

“Alas! To Truly Be Human.”