Normal girls want to fit in.
I want to be alone.
Normal girls would want to grow up and marry a prince.
I want to grow up marring a killer.
Normal girls likes pink.
I like bloody red.
See the difference of me and them?
Same gender but different mind.
Normal people thinks it's crazy.
I think I'm just being me.
I have a dark heart.
Pumping black blood.
Being normal is just not who I am.
But no one understands.
So I sneak into their room.
As quietly as I could.
I stand beside the bed.
Watching them twitch.
The eyes open and sees me.
First confusion then horror.
I smile so brightly.
By the smell of fear.
She ask me "Who are you? And why are you here?"
My answer was bearly a whisper.
"Shhh don't talk. It'll be ok. I'm just saving you from a world full of hate."
Her eyes was as wide as a marble.
As I pulled out my knife.
And insert it into her throat.
While smiling so insanely. . .
Whispering "I want more."
