An Angel In Hell
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The rain keeps falling, drop by drop, hour after hour.
I feel like I've been sitting here for an eternity, staring out the window at the rain.
It's dark.
I see no lights out there, and I have none in here, yet my eyes seems accustomed to the dark now.
I've lived in it for so long, so very long.
To me it's like a dear friend, and I welcome it everytime.
I could never imagine turning on the light when the darkness is here, when the dakness is all that surrounds me.
I spend so much time in the light, so that when I have a chance to be in the dark, I take it.
I love the dark.
I wait for it to come creeping, for it to come to me.
It always does, and it stays longer and longer these days.
It is becoming a part of me now, a part of the man I am.
It affects me, it thrills me, and at times, it scares me.
Like now.
*****
The club was dark, just the way I liked it.
I was there with Brian, to dance and drink, and check out women.
At least that was the plan.
The plan changed.
Brian was shining today, like the light. He was lighting up my perfect dark world, like an angel in hell.
He was beautiful, and I knew I wanted him.
Brian to me was something forbidden, something strange, and something different.
I could see it in his eyes that he wanted me, and I let him have me.
For an entire night I let him have me, take me any way he wanted, do to me all those things he's only dreamed and fantasied about. He had his prayers answered when he got me. To him, I was God's gift.
Some gift.
He lighted up my world that night, like no one had ever done before.
And for a second I felt something for him.
But only for a second.
We all get tempted by something, tempted to leave our way and follow the wrong path.
To say that Brian, my angel, was a temptation, is to put it mildly.
I was close to giving in when I saw his light, but I didn't.
Because I like the dark. It is a part of me, and it will always be that way.
Brian endangered that.
*****
Rain.
It's wet, and it falls from the sky.
I like the rain, even if it comes from above, where the sun shines and lights up the world.
But from above you have darkness too, so it doesn't matter.
The rain can hide you, and it can wash away the dirt, wash away the sweat, and wash away your sins.
It's stops, just as suddenly as it began.
I get up from my seat, staring out into the dark.
A new day is coming soon.
A new day where I'll have to live in the light, longing for the night.
The sun is starting to rise, and I close the curtains, so the light won't shine into the darkened room.
I walk over to the door, finding it easy in the dark.
I always find things easy in the dark.
I live in the dark after all. My whole world concists of darkness.
It's a place where no light will shine.
And the light that tries, has to be put out.
For I cannot allow light into my dark world.
I open the door, and a small stripe of light enters, dimly lighting up the room.
I turn, and my eyes fall on the now visible body on the floor.
Brian's light shone so bright, I had to put it out, for it was threatening my world.
An Angel in hell cannot last long. Sooner of later, it will perish.
I walk out of the room, leaving the body in darkness once more.
FIN.