A pure soul bares used fangs with blood dripping down their lips while they carry a soft smile knowing know one saw what they did To that husk devoid of a soul with two holes left in their heart knows pain yet that wasnβt what left them for dead That was left to knowing they didnβt die after the tragedy and that the rest only hold fury toward them just because the husk wonβt pretend to have a heart left in their chest.