Half of me wants to love,
The other wants to ****.
I balance a longing for a companion
With a thirst to bathe in blood.
Nobody to caress lovingly,
So I run a knife blade
Along the edges of my lips
To hide my frown.
A ghastly grin now sits above my chin,
And still I can't silence the screams.
Oh well, maybe it's for the best.
Nobody will recognize me...
So at least I can't disappoint them.