Adam Streifth
We are all broken. Inside me, no heart beats. My blood is tar. I am the shadow that grows long and dark. But my heart breaks like any other. Slice me open and red spills out. To make a shadow, you need light. So, what am I? What have I become?
After all these years, I don’t even know anymore. Can you hear me, Allison? Can you hear the screams from your brothers and sisters through the death you sowed upon us all? We are all damned. We are all cursed. Out of love—Your love Allison, hatred is born.
“Adam, did you hear me?”
Even from the top of my castle, it’s difficult to tell when the sun rises. Instead of the sweet soft shades of oranges, reds, and pinks… we receive only dull grey. Maybe some white when the sun reaches its peak. I’ve never seen a colorful sunrise; they’ve only been described to me. Soon though, soon I’ll watch every sunrise from across the globe.
“Adam?”