Cold, dark, different
I'm not the person what you think of
I'm heartless,cruel, impatient
I care not to everyone

Too tired to argue
But she always loves attention
From this I had learned solitude
People were not my destiny

Odd looks and cold stares
I would live alone forever
And so does the ancient magic
That flowed through my veins

The world is an extremely dull place
This was hell after all
Prattle about the evil of sleeping tablets
Shame I always thought about

Next in the line
Was a small demon child
She had an air of secretive mystery
Uninspired of serene highness

I tell no lie
As she speaks by on your ear
Naomi cursed this time
Mumbling with every words

Powerful in comparison to mortals
But they were nothing more than insects
When demons filled my entire soul
She speaks and created her own army

On this time and forward
Do never degrade her
Love isn't what she needs
But war is always what she thinks