Gargovic Malkav
Well-Known Member
Home.
My home.
My territory.
My sacred old sanctuary.
Some say it's haunted.
That's why I like it here.
Because people tend to avoid haunted places.
I am afraid of people.
Because I am different.
This makes me hard to understand.
Young people like to play with things they don't understand.
This Thing they don't understand,
Feels threatened by their curiosity.
Once they see what makes the Thing tick,
They like to hurt it.
Because it makes them look cool.
They want their friends to envy them.
They want to be admired for their fearlessness.
His friends cheer on to see
If the Fearless One can feed his ego even more.
His friends cheer on to see
If the Frightened Thing can lose confidence even more.
This goes on until the Thing has nothing left to lose.
Now, I have a supply of food,
Leftovers for the Strays,
And a pet skull I can talk to.
His friends ran away in fear,
Calling me a monster that haunts its own home.
My home.
My territory.
My sacred old sanctuary.
Some say it's haunted.
That's why I like it here.
Because people tend to avoid haunted places.
I am afraid of people.
Because I am different.
This makes me hard to understand.
Young people like to play with things they don't understand.
This Thing they don't understand,
Feels threatened by their curiosity.
Once they see what makes the Thing tick,
They like to hurt it.
Because it makes them look cool.
They want their friends to envy them.
They want to be admired for their fearlessness.
His friends cheer on to see
If the Fearless One can feed his ego even more.
His friends cheer on to see
If the Frightened Thing can lose confidence even more.
This goes on until the Thing has nothing left to lose.
Now, I have a supply of food,
Leftovers for the Strays,
And a pet skull I can talk to.
His friends ran away in fear,
Calling me a monster that haunts its own home.