A Twisted Tale

I have a nasty tendency to do terrible things,and I enjoy things that make most people cringe. The moon glowing down on a lifeless body made the blood shimmer in such a beautiful way,and it illuminated a persons face frozen in fear for all eternity. I enjoyed causing people's physical suffering; it was a good way to pass time. After I do these terrible things, he comes to me. He was one of the few things I found I could care for,and he made the hole where my heart should be feel less hollow. My body reacted to him in ways that left me aching to see him again. I always found reasons to do the terrible things I do, but after he came to me that first time, I was given a whole new reason that slowly took me over.