Have you ever, in the middle of the yawning night, in the dead silence amidst the voyeuristic stars above, feel an ache? An ache in the heart that will never go away. An ache that yearns to be comforted, to be given care. An ache that hurts so much tears involuntarily comes to your beautiful onyx eyes. A yearning to be feed. A bloodlust to be fulfilled. A wish to go into a rampage. Madness.

I feel that some nights. Why? I do not know. Sometimes I feel like tearing my hair out, or punching my fists into the wall and see which one is harder. I feel like testing my strength, my will against his. Blasphemous ain't I? That's the way it is dear reader, that's the way it is. Go away if you fear, go away you God-fearing creature. Like the overcast skies above, my hopes are gone.

I wish to escape from this world, this world of pain. This revolving world of madness and stupidity.

Escape.

To Arcadia.

My Utopia.


Yours truly
Aristocrat