A writer always begin with a title,

A chapter, name or even a number,

But sometimes,

He doesn't know what to say,

Or to this writer,

Who he is,

A new world began,

When mental illnesses could be solved without the drugs,

A doctor of words!

Not a doctor of drugs!

That was who I wanted to be,

Or so I thought,

My skin began to blacken,

As I began to help others online,

My eyes dripped blood,

It was a failure from the start,

My heart,

Wasn't allowed to beat that red blood,

That made a normal person human,

"I like you, can we be friends?"

Why am I so nice?

"I'm happy to meet you. Your so caring"

Why did I die and become inhuman?

"Can you..love me?"

I'm only a demon in disguise

"Don't worry, I'll be fine"

But your still leashed to a dog,

"I still want to be your friend"

With a succubus? Sucking your life away?

"It's fine dude, it'll be fine"

But will they? Be saved from the demon they are infected by?

I'm sorry to cry,

To bleed tears of true pain,

"ANSWER ME DAMMIT!!"

My heart is black,

Stained with lies of helping

"I'll die if you don't answer, please!!"

I'll die being the failure I am...

To live a life meant to help others,

When your just lying to yourself,

Sorry to made you hurt for nothing,

Did I at least help to a degree?

A angelic demon,

A warm hearted lover and friend,

A cold blooded killer,

Maybe this,

Is how I am to some others?