What if my purpose was to deliver a lesson
By Death?
Born in May but heart of November.
I have always been a sad child.
Monster my last name. Abandoned the first
Every night. Every holiday.
House full of cheers, laughter, family.
Up until the episode ends and I turn off the tv.
Tainted white veins with no sight of life.
Why am I nonexistent? Why was I even made?
Thrown upon the cannibals of humanity, they've consumed my rotten core.
So here I am, 3 minutes to midnight.
Awaiting for the answer to my daily question.
Is my purpose to deliver a lesson by spilling my haunted blood?
Even He wouldn't give me such an important task.


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