On the outside I look just like any other woman
Hair a soft golden yellow
Eyes as blue as the sky
A face as pale as a porcelain doll
A smile always plastered to my face.
But on the inside
A monster trying to claw its way out
I have a much darker nature
I think about death
The beauty of our own mortality
I revel in the dark and the disturbing
The gruesome
The gore
It makes me sing in joy
To the outsider, such as yourself
I look like a good God fearing woman
But in truth I’m completely psychotic
As you sit here reading this
I’ve already thought of countless ways
In which to kill and quickly dispose of you
Day to day
I don this