Dark Prince

I will always be alone, with only my demons to keep me company. The waters were black, liquid obsidian, a reminder of my dark throne and heritage. I have given up. I will slip beneath the surface of this ocean, a shadow that will never be missed. I have my piano, my mind that will keep me occupied, and my thirst for knowledge that will never be sated. I will withdraw into myself, and examine what it is that makes me so different, a difference that damns me.
Am I intelligent after all? Or merely delusional?