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I understand it to be that Dark is always a better path than Light because in every show, book, and novel, the villain should win.
Everyone has a devil on their shoulder. Right?
Isn't it meant to be that Love is the devil on one and Greed is its angel sibling, standing parallel to Love always?
To never reach its sibling for eternity. Always to be in disagreement with its other part. Never to see eye-to-eye. Never to experience embrace with its twin?
I understand that everyone experiences Fear in their lifetime. It creeps up on a person, unnoticeable until its cold nails drag themselves across your neck, whispering its empty thoughts unto you.
To some, I believe, it is a familiar foe. To others, a friend. But what most don’t know is that Fear also has a sibling.
I know Fear’s sibling to be War.
War. War will look out for Fear, but often goes too far.
War will ravage a landscape till there is no more. Till there is nobody left for Fear to instil. Right?
Fear is lonely now. There is nobody to make you scared anymore. Fear yearns to wrap its fingers around your throat once more. To force the people to hold their tongues.
Fear is lonely now.
Fear-
Fear is afraid
Time. Isn't Time the fingers that claw into the unchangeable? The hands on a never-ending clock? Time passes with every second, settling into place like wax dripping from a candle's lap onto a surface, moulding itself to the place forever.
Can’t Time change? If you force its confines well enough - it should, right? But doing so would burn its surface and any chance of its former self.
Do not test Time, lest Time test you.
After Time passes, there is Death. Correct?
I understand Death as the distant father of all. Death will watch as you listen for songs that have long since stopped being sung. Death will laugh as you wait for the birds to return even though they have long since flown. Death will never speak to you for long. Yet Death is always there. Won’t Death always look after me?
Death. The corrival of Life. Death, Life’s husband.
Life is the peace. Life is always there, whether you see it or not - right? ...Right?
Isn’t Feeling supposed to be the Enemy?
Isn’t the Villain supposed to win? They should, theoretically, right?
They have the smarts and generally have the same equipment, if not even more.
So why not?
Why am I not winning?
Why do I not understand?
I-
I never did understand, did I?
What did I learn? What lessons were so sacred that I cling to them with decaying fingers even still? What did I learn wrong?
Was my hunger not enough to consume even the wolf until I wore his skin as if it were my own?
Isn’t Mercy just Pity until the boredom kicks in?
Isn’t forever meant for people? Not memories?
Why is my understanding incorrect?
Why is this cell confinement for something I never committed?
Why am I stuck here?
Wasn’t I supposed to be the Villain?
Wasn’t I supposed to win?
Wasn't I supposed to save them all?