Edward Cullen

I am a monster pretending to be something else

I wonder why I was cursed to this life

I hear the simple yet imaginative minds of those around me

I see each detail of the world as clear as if it were under a microscope

I want to be normal, to be human, to be unafraid

I am a cursed, supernatural being

I pretend there is nothing wrong, that I am normal

I feel the burning in my throat, begging for a taste of blood

I touch the ever-changing world with cold, hard fingers

I worry for my family's safety as we risk exposure every day

I cry dry tears when painful memories boil to the surface

I am a soulless beast bound for an eternity of suffering

I understand I am built to be the perfect hunter – drawing in a prey I dare not touch

I say I could never hurt them even though the temptation is hard to resist

I dream of them, of her – her floral scent – la tua cantante

I try my best to remain in control, to be strong

I hope I won't give in, I won't be overcome

I am hers – a creature who can only love and worship a goddess by giving her all she desires.