Your Eyes

For my entire life, all I saw was an endless expanse of dead, impassable darkness. And within this darkness, I was alone. It was a cold feeling... so cold. I wanted, I longed for, I needed the warmth of someone. Anyone...

But nobody wanted to be near me. Not one. And... when they did come near...

Their cries of terror pierced my lonely heart as they ran away; it seemed as though they knew more of what was to come than I.

Why couldn't we be friends? I didn't understand that it was because I was... different.

My empty black eyesockets gushed blood down my face all day, every day. The blood would slowly roll down my cheeks like red tears and pool on the floor...

I wanted friends, I needed their love. Why couldn't I have it?

Once I mustered the courage, to ask it aloud. "Why?"

The girl inched away from me, her shaky voice fading, "Because you're wrong, you're different, you're a freak!" she yelled.

I finally understood why no one would ever be my friend.

And so...

I decided I didn't need friends. In fact, no one did.

The worthless, cruel bastards drowned in my pouring, gushing blood, and I laughed. I smiled.

They shouted insults and spit on me, and in return I reveled in their nightmarish deaths.

I ripped their eyes from their sockets, slowly twisting and pulling; taking my time as each tendon snapped, as every drop of blood was individually drained... every moment had to be painful. It wasn't fun if it wasn't painful.

I liked it when they begged to live, but loved it more still when they hurt so much, so deeply, that they begged to die...

I was always giddy with laughter, hearing them writhe in endless agony, slowly sinking to their deaths...

No one would ever be their friends now, nor will they be yours...

That's right, you're one of them too. I'm coming to take your eyes.