Disclaimer and Notes: I have no disclaimers to make.. But I dedicate this piece of literature to my very best friend, Katie, who's always taken the time to notice I was there, and care. This isn't really a poem, I just felt like expressing my tightly jammed thoughts.

~*~ I'm invisible to everyone, I just seem to lurk in the shadows, Like a wolf to it's prey.

But I was not hunting, no.. Just a mere lonely soul, Ignored and flicked off like a fly.

But someone turned, and smiled when she saw me, Not a twisted smile, but one that was comforting.

We spoke for a couple of hours-- we found we hated the same man, Someone who was pathetic and arrogant..

We shared a lot of the same things, like dislikes, It was so often, that it couldn't be a coincidence.

A connection, perhaps?

Nay, surely not... Maybe it's just fate, But nay, she is the only one, to whom I trust.

I'll never turn my back on her, Even though my insanity is beyond reason.

And that I'm gothic and evil, But she is too close. I'll die before I selfishly betray her.

A connection, maybe?

I say nay, but I may be proven wrong, Perhaps that is was the mind is for.

I remember, being betrayed so many times, I almost gave up, Gave up on life, but something held me back, and it was her.

It was the friend who seemed to notice something out of the darkness, The something lusting for kill and blood inside, which had gotten plentiful worse.

I had changed after a long absense, everyone wondered what had happend, They didn't understand, none did, except one. It was her.

She did not scream out at me, at why I had changed so cruel all the sudden, She just shook her head, smiled, and told me Farewell.

I asked her what she meant, and she told me. She had said, Farewell to the old you, and Welcome to the new.

I didn't understand, I thought she would be angry, But I was proven wrong once more.

A connection, per-chance?

I want to say nay, but I have doubts, Maybe I was wrong the whole time?

In some ways, I feel that we become closer each day, Maybe I'm just dreaming and hoping of it?

I pause and wonder for seconds, why I write this so softly, When I always have the lust for blood, and kill..

But I shake my head, and think, 'Will Katie understand?' 'Understand what I want to say through this?'

I nod, she always knows, she always cares, She's always been by my side, and I will try to do the same.

A connection, I ask?

Aye, I think so. She's so special... I think I would have died already if it wasn't for her.

My best friend, I love you like a sister, And sometimes even more...