Dry Eyes

Demon Hunters Killed my parent.
Would you call us Demons? I wouldn't.
It never occurred to me people would die,
And now we have to move with a human relative.
Go to school with the warm blooded.
Their souls so tempting.
So beautiful.
I'm so envious.
Two sisters and my soul mate.
A darkened journey that strikes us blind.
Black silk is wrapping it's self.
Around.
And Around.
But the last person i thought would die...
And it's all my fault.