The wind sputtering on my skin,
Sending shivers down my spine,
A little smirk playing on my lips.
Shadows in casing me,
Comforting,
Warm.
Even when darkness is cold,
I enjoy it's presence.
The hate,
The whispers,
The lies,
Let me play with your fate.
I enjoy your pain.
The devil they may call me,
Labeled with hideous adjectives.
I only chuckle at the thoughts,
I am not red,
I am not evil.
I may not have a soul,
Yet
I am beautiful.
