I curse the sun when it shines into my room and wakes me from the nightmare in my life.

Oh how I wish it was cloudy cold windy and damp.

The sun I have cursed all of my life, the less I see of thee, the more evil I feel. I feel strong when I am evil and weak when I am good.



I love to see dead things, dead leaves dead weeds and dead flowers, they seem more natural and longer lasting.

The moon is my friend when the cursed sun is gone. The moon has many faces so I can never get tired of looking at the moon.

You may say who is this fool that talks such nonsense.

I am not a fool,... I am this monster that lives under your bed.