From the Vault

Its exam Session. I have a lot of studying to do, and putting myself together so more meaningful writing will come later. But here is another little trinket from the Vault.

"Sometimes I wish that the person that lives inside of me would somehow be represented on the outside. But instead all I have is this pretty, shiny exterior that houses a multitude of dark evil thoughts. I should be hideous. I should have warts. My body should be covered by boils, pus oozing from every one of them. People should look at me and flinch. They should point, stare and whisper bad things about me, they should avoid me altogether. They should burn me at the steak and they would have if only my lowly disgusting interior shone through to the exterior. Unfortunately, I have no such luck, and instead of being avoided like the plague that I am, people seem drawn to me. As if they were enchanted. As if everything I say to them was true. As if my actions where genuine and honest. As if I really had a heart. No, creatures like me have no heart. The Thing that beats inside my chest is just for show, it is useless and defected anyway, just like my conscience. No don’t tell me any different , don’t waste your breath, I know what I am and I know what I’m not and I am not the angelic creature God sculpted out of me. Its a cruel joke on his part. Really, making something look so appealing and good but fill it with pure evil. That’s it that is all there is to it. No more. The End.