His smile is so wildly feral and deadly, no one sees how forced it truly is. His fingers yearn for touch, affection. But his skin is lethal. Everywhere he goes, destruction, grief, pain and unimaginable sadness follow like a loyal dog turned predator, it's master the prey. He has no human name, yet he is known by another. Most people fear him, run from his tearful gaze ,  curse his very presence as if that alone could kill. Does anyone notice? He's just a boy, barely into adulthood who just wants to be accepted. A boy who goes by the name whispered through clenched teeth, they call him death , but it's not his choice . teeth bared and angry he's beautiful, always bloody knuckles and shards of glass he wants people to be afraid of hurting him. I guess the boy who never got to be soft with hate filled eyes and dyed hair has a broken heart.