i have enslaved my very being to a god
whose only goal is hate.
countless deeds have i wronged
when the moonlight plays Satan's mistress,
chaining my deadly, hallow eyes.

i have marks against myself so terrible
it puts hell to shame, and leaves me
trying to mend this wretched, damaged soul
shattered by evening's past -
repentance for the lives i have destroyed.

and i, scarred and stitched,
dare you to look at me, to take in this
miserable existence, pathetic excuse of a girl,
and see the monster within.

gaze into my eyes and see the truth -
that horrible deadly sin -
and listen to the raspy sound of a voice that has
screamed one too many screams for help,
in a frenzied desperation to be saved from the worst horror of all

myself.