What am I?
What Am I?
What exactly am I?
What is pain?
The blood splatters on my victims.
But I feel nothing.
Am I just for their thrill?
Perhaps this is why I kill.
To be acknowledged.
Lonely are my nights. When I stay awake.
Lonely am I. In so many wretched ways.
Even in day.
Am I meant to be hurting?
Like how I am now?
This pain hurts so much... It hurts right here, though it does not bleed.
In my heart.
Here.
Let me show you how much I hurt.
By hurting you...
What exactly am I?
What is pain?
The blood splatters on my victims.
But I feel nothing.
Am I just for their thrill?
Perhaps this is why I kill.
To be acknowledged.
Lonely are my nights. When I stay awake.
Lonely am I. In so many wretched ways.
Even in day.
Am I meant to be hurting?
Like how I am now?
This pain hurts so much... It hurts right here, though it does not bleed.
In my heart.
Here.
Let me show you how much I hurt.
By hurting you...