What used to be.

It was evil. Pure evil.. I could feel my pulse, but it wasn't there. I knew i was being stirred uneasily and I tried to peer over the edge. Hoping to catch a glimpse, but i couldn't. It was almost as if i was enveloped by darkness. Planned and shaped into this whole other being. In some way i was taken over by a demanding fury that gave me no time for grief. Not even time for exhaustion. So i fought back, challenged myself to be deviant. Pushed myself. It ended without warning, with a profound contentment.