I walk in shadows,
Ridden over by those above me.
Half of them are already dead,
Nor mortal or immortal coil.
She understood,
A girl.
Her father's murder, her brother's murder,
Her fate driven.
I do not wait for her.
I still walk in the shadows,
Hidden from many mortal eyes.
My eyes pierce.
They used to help me kill.
I have killed,
No scars were left.
Though I no longer murder.
I listen to the screams in other of my kind's rooms.
They choose to beat and molest.
Look down upon me,
She looks down upon me...
My father looked down upon me,
My flesh still burns when I see his visage in my mind's eye.
A prospect I hold every day.
My name mocks me,
The face that is now cinders mocks me...
Nothing enough,
And hardness kills all that is inside.
I used to embrace that iciness,
As the darkness in turn clung to me...
And though I may say it is gone,
I still reminisces deep within,
All those scars that clutched my skin,
Hide beneath layers,
Soon again the darkness will have its hold.
All humans in my sight shall die.
She will never be mine.
Not until my blood runs over her skin,
And I will make her like me.
I do not act damned.
It is inescapable.
So it tears my being.
Cold in the fires of hell.
I am Jaguar.