Do I look bad to you?
Can you tell what I've been through?
Can you tell that I am so unbearably close to snapping?
Like a twig in the dryest of deserts that nightmares walk on with flat feet?
Am I evil for hating what this world has become?

If the blood that I watch spill from the only body I'll ever have and force my taunters to drink makes me bad
then I guess I am bad to you.

Am I bad if I'm just lustful for revenge?
I'd I use the burning rage they lit in my soul to burn down the ground on Wich they stand?

Maybe I am evil.
What will you do about it?
Lock me away with everyone else,
all of the broken, angry, innocent sinners tied to the same bars of a killer like me?

Think this through!

Stop pondering the morals of the truly right and the truly wrong

We are all selfish!

We are all starving, to the point of our stomachs being too hallow to even breathe air

but some of us like that pain
some us prefer to suffer
the emptiness of our stomachs reminds us that we are alive.
That the whole in our bodies will always be greater than the hole in our hearts.

We are the killers
and the ruthlessly murdered
killers of our own kind
our own souls.

Do you want to stop me?
From killing what you seem to hate so much?