I used to be like you, dearie. Full of such promise and poise, and a very elegant human being. And then I let the creatures surround me. They surrounded me and drowned me in their sorrows & sins, whispering all their secrets one after the other and it consumed me to the point where I became a creature myself. Now I walk among them. I was once filled with such gift & gab. But no more. I'm now satanic, I'm hungry, I'm an
enigma. I'm an enigma of my own self, and now every day when I look in the mirror I see what truly was underneath me, hiding it's way in my inner flesh the whole time, right in the core. I see the true creature.
It's only a matter of time before the creatures surround you, and take out all of your hope & promise and they crush it with their bare hands. And then you'll also be a creature.
You'll be an enigma, like me.