rough edges

He spent centuries trying to tame the beast inside of him for he was ashamed of it. He spent centuries ignoring who he really was and living a false life. Chained up to an ideal he couldn't reach, he wasn't able to fully be himself. He wasn't able to live his life to the fullest. What was he, but a watcher of his own life, a puppet without a real purpose? He spent centuries trying to conceal the violence inside of him and behave as they wanted him to. He grew into someone who was frustrated with his life, who felt he couldn't be free or himself.

In the end, there was too much pent-up violence inside of him.

It turned him into a mindless beast. He gave into his basic instincts, into his craving for blood. He had to release the darkness inside so he did. His fists broke bones so many times that he lost the count. His hands ripped flesh and hearts, tore apart the skin, eviscerated his victims, all the while without feeling a thing. It was just an urge, something that devoured him from deep within like a monster. It was necessary to keep him sane. Violence, Blood, Death!! oh... Nobody could save him. He couldn't even stop it.

Or so he thought.

At some point in his life he met her.

She wasn't a saint, but she definitely was less of a sinner

And her light, her comforting light gave him hope.

She appeared out of nowhere in his life, and stayed there in his life, slowly eating her way out into his heart. She was beautiful and gentle, she was fierce and sensual, she was understanding and caring. He realized that he needed her, more than she would ever know. Indeed, the more he was with her, the less he had nightmares, the less he felt those dark urges. She appeased his soul and helped him feel different. What was that ? He didn't know. He couldn't know. All that was certain, was that he could not imagine his life without her in it. He was a man by her sides. Not the most honest, not the most romantic, not the kindest of them all but he was a man and not a beast. She eased his nightmares and she embraced his darkness. She was perfect to him but she didn't know it yet.

What was that ?

Was it love ?

He couldn't tell...Or so he thought.