Blinded

I've killed many people that I've lost count of but it doesn't satisfy the thirst inside me. I'm a hollow shell that moving like a puppet without its own mind. I'm dead. I already died on that day I lost my sight. Those people turned me to a monster, in my very young age I've used to hold knives and guns not dolls. And in this very hands of mine those people's blood stained me. I'm the monster they made and I'm the monster who finished them. - Vanessa Milaire Valencia