I would like to talk with someone, there is silence today, so much that I've tried to break it, laughing viciously at my failed attempt to embrace something alien to me, something foreign, the nurturing and love of others, from others, their warm, open palms on my face, and how this gives way to sadness, a madness and despondency that churns and repeats itself, no start and no end, an empty room now, family are all eating together, I am told to attend, because against my will, I have to be nice, I have to put on a face and pretend, because... you love me...why?
Love is holy. People lie deadly who tell you that you have a good face, sharp fangs and something hidden and downcast in your words, I am as cruel as the grave, I know what is said about me and it's all true.