Perfect?
No.
Not me.
I'm not afraid
To admit it.
I'm not like
The others.
I don't prance around
Telling everyone
I'm better than them.
It's not my place.
It never will be.
I accept
Being surpassed by others.
Who am I
To judge people?
Nobody.
Perfect?
Nope.
Not this girl.
I'm not some
Straight A student.
I'm not some
Proper princess either.
I may not be
Perfect.
But at least
I speak the truth,
Even when my
Voice trembles.
I am who I am.
You don't like it?
Not my problem.
I accept
Not being the popular kid.
I accept
Not being liked by everyone.
I can be
The ripest most juciest
Peach in the basket.
But I know
There will always be somone
Who doesn't like peaches.
I can't stop things
Like that.
I have flaws.
That is the way it is.
I may not be
Perfect.
But I try
The very best I can
To be
Me.

Freedom
Means
The power  
Or right
              To act,              
Speak,
                               Or think                                
As one wants
                    Without                      
Restraint.
Freedom is being
Able to soar
In the sky
With the wind
Blowing in your face
Without having your wings tied.
Freedom
Is what we don't have enough of
In this world.

I can see it, the fear in your eyes
afraid of death, afraid to die
I promise you, I'll let you survive...
What are you kidding me? It was obvious a lie
go run, you think the darkness can protect you?
Well think again my tasteful friend.
My eyes are glowing red with hunger
from tree to tree I jump, smiling while you...
Run, trip, and fall in fear.
Shh it's ok my dear, you should of known this day would come...
Now you run run run
Is that blood I smell? Is this blood I taste?
Here I come, pick up your paste...
Deeply clawing your back, you scream and cry in pain
I love this game...
Disappearing into the shadows
you're looking around as tears run down your face.
Cut the back of your leg, get up run
You're not dead.
"I'm coming, it's about to end" I softly say
now you know there's no turning back now.
In the distance, in front of you, my razor sharp claws
covered in blood with your friends throat in my hand.
Walking towards you, flashing my fangs, you turn and fall
as what all humans so, you attempt to run...oops!
My Shadow Queen shoves her claws inside you
ripping out your intestines and wrap them around your neck
Hanging you like a rope.
Our hand intertwine while blood drips from inside you and your heart falls out.
Slowly beating its last beats...the pleasure is ours...our ****** desires increases...
you're dead...your blood all over us...and we're all over each other
Oh The Lovely Blood!