by Marvin Perkins
Published: August 9, 2012
My heart is black, hideous like a creature of the night. No light can shine through, no joy can penetrate the impervious shell. I hate for no reason, hate feeds my insatiable appetite for doom. I want only to kill, the sight of blood, the mere smell of it sends me into a rage. I have the craving there is no denying it and the power it has over me is unmistakable. But it wasn't always that way.