Deep within we all have fantasies. Some we may want to share and others so dark we are likely to never tell anyone.

It’s easy to be yourself in the dark.

Right and wrong matters little when survival matters most.

If I rolled the dice carved out of my weathered bone
And offered of my blood the libation to the fane
When even the reaper’s mockery forsakes me alone
My own clangorous thoughts are the last to remain

He couldn't think of his robbed left eye without hate squirting into his veins from some deep poison gland he hadn't known he possessed.

hidden desires in the soul; unleashed by the moonlight