You could say my existence is alive as ever, even though my undead roaming is dull.
All I really do anymore is wander around the swamp, sulk in the forest, and mess with other's minds.
Many think they see me, even though it is usually paranoia;
My stories are told far and wide, tales in towns and on the internet;
I have "fans" that say they like me, even though they don't even know me.
Very few have really seen me and survived... I sound bad, don't I?
I am not really a bad creature; at least not intentionally.
I strike fear into many humans, even though they haven't seen what I have done.
All they see is what I'm capable of doing.
I never said I would hurt them... Those are just rumors.
Assumptions.
Lies.
I don't really follow anyone around like they say I do,
But I do pay visits to some souls once in a while.
Nobody accepts me.
I feel empty sometimes... Peculiar, I know.
How could a monster like me have feelings?
Well, I guess I don't, in a way...
I have "no emotions," because I lack a face.
I can speak and see, and move and touch and hear,
But people can't even consider that, I guess.
I don't necessarily have feelings, because nobody sticks around.
How can I feel,
If nobody gives me anything to use for feeling?
I have a soul, though.
Nobody can take that privilege away from me, I promise.
My soul is there, but
I need something
Other than the swamp, the forest,
The fans, the admirers,
The villages and towns of scared people
To fill it.
STAI LEGGENDO
Simply meant to be. (ON HOLD)
Storie d'amoreHe turned towards me. I smiled, even though he had no eyes to see it, no mouth to smile back. Even without a face, he was remarkable. Many would disagree, but that didn't matter. He spoke to me, that voice that only I could hear. "I have a feeling...