Carriers of the Dark

How does it feel to feel?

How does it feel to know...

regret, remorse, sorrow, or joy?

How does it feel to feel anything?

We are cursed, my little brother and I...

Guided by our genetic disposition...

I'm an innocent girl and he's an innocent boy...

Yet we carry our darkness within us...

Our victims plead for mercy...

Yer we cannot comprehend their horror...

To be laid down upon our table...

And watch their life flash before them as it ends...

We're not totally evil, my little brother and I...

We follow our scared code...

Innocents must never be harmed...

Only those we deem guilty become our prey

My brother cries on my stomach sometimes...

Wishing we weren't carriers of the darkness...

Wishing we could also feel and love...

Wishing we weren't monsters...

I wish we could be normal...

But perhaps this is our destiny...

To be the darkness that glorifies the light...

To be monsters among humanity...