• And now, ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes upon the tortured, decaying,
    withered old souls...
    Enjoy yourself.
    Because everyone knows that the pain of others
    brings joy to the hearts of the sadastic:
    scary people that are our worlds today.
    Go ahead; gorge yourself with the depth of this one's misery.
    Is she too pathetic to be loved? Is he too emotional to be accepted?
    The twisted, menacing ways of your world
    leave the rest of us to suffer.
    Am I too pathetic to be loved? Am I too emotional to be accepted?
    One will never understand the reasonings behind your harsh judgements.
    I am but a forgotten diamond in your world;
    lost and long misplaced her luster.
    Forget the many facets of my damaged skin, or the one time love that I
    brought to those who wore me.
    Forget the smiles I used to create and the lives that I have touched.
    None of that matters; I do not shine in your world.
    I'm imperfection. To you, I'm no more then a sin.
    You kill people with your ideals of perfection.
    Murderer.
    Skeletons walking aimlessly, losing who they are.
    Lost souls; forgetting who they once were, hating who they have become.
    Torturer.
    You feed the fire of hatred, of lies, death, and judgement.
    But who are you to judge?
    You kill the sweet souls of the innocent, the misunderstood.
    The forgotten. The confused.
    You are evil in it's purest.
    You, perhaps, are the most dangerous species of serial killer.