Every pieces have fallen into place
The time has come
Something is about to be born
After years in the dark, in silence, it is about the see the light of day
But what comes after that?
What will be born?
Could it be that a monster was growing in the dark all along?
Deformed and pitch black, looking like nothing else, dark desires dwelling inside it
What will happen to it?
It will live in our midst
As I have carried it, so will I protect it
It had the right to grow and it will have the right to live
I wish for it to exist.