Shadow

I am cold and calculating.

Evil and numb.

Blood thirsty and unwise.

Patient and thinking.

Observant of movement and emotion.

I copy it to seem normal.

But I wonder…

What is happiness?

And above all else what is love?

Is it truly a gift from above?

Or another way to tear you down?

Ill never know..

So ill go on and drink the blood of lovers.

But am I really the one of sin…

Or is it them?