Pale white skin as white as snow

Eyes and hair pop out the most

Never a word spoken to any soul

Clothing hiding my shame others

brought onto my life that is dull

When upset, it flows on the outside

People will scream from terror and try to hide

Unreadable messages written all over

They aren’t by pen or pencil or by paint, nor

the juices from a black dyed 4 leaf clover

It is my blood that always heals

Some say I’m not human, but I admit I’m not “real”

I’m no vampire, so what am I you all ask

You’ll never know, I’m tired now, so take my head using an ax