And so I find myself, drawn back to this familiar haunt. Its fascinating to see who has remained steadfast to this place. Those whose desire for companionship has become so great, whose desire for acknowledgment has consumed them to such an extent that even the anonymous compassion of strangers worlds away make them feel relevant. Make them feel alive.

But who am I to judge? I speak only of things that I seek to understand, not of absolutes. My world has changed; my world is changing. All of our worlds are changing, to different extents. Unspeakable things, grotesque atrocities once reserved for the most heinous of enemies are becoming the standard for new world orders. Martyrdom and fanatical nihilism are becoming a means to an end. Chaos rides the wind, bringing with her screams and the stench of decay. I wonder if you people, cursed and blessed with the beautiful ability to wrap yourself cozy in a mantle of ignorant bliss and naivety, can smell the decay of the human spirit. The world is becoming as much a monster as I. Children gunned down in te sanctity of the first world, our ideals and "liberties" raped and then the tattered remains paraded, shoved to the forefront of our lives as "necessary evils" to protect us from the big bad "terrorists" in any country not partaking in our government's agenda.

Do not mistake my words for protest, or for discouraged patriotism. Chaos is my beautiful mistress, far too seductive for me to resist. We are all her children; in my case by nature, the rest of you her unruly bastards, born with empathy.

My moral code is merely a guidelines for convenience. I do not pretend anymore to care; why wear a glove when you have no need of one? I know what I am, and my enemies learn as well. There is a place for darkness in my world, and in it my kind walk free.