They see me as one of them,i used to be so good at pretending,but my arms are numb,this mask is slowly slipping,the strength to hold it in place is fading away,now dark thoughts starts leaking from my head,i need to feed,from this pool of blood,but it has been dry for more than a day,i then think to myself,why bother,for i am already dead.No reason left for me to stay.
