I enjoy listening to silence and whispers 

I enjoy solitude and betrayal

I’m like a snake with fangs locked on a child’s neck

I bite first, then ask questions later

They thought I was in pain

But they got it twisted

They thought they could save me

But I do not need to be saved

I’d like to see them die sluggish 

I’d like to see them dancing to my tune

The Music that only the dead can hear

The hate towards my kind seems to exacerbate 

These trivial feeble killers of silence

I feel pity for them 

They come closer and closer to me

Torturing me mercilessly 

There’s nothing inaccurate with me

The disparity may be peculiar 

But they got it twisted again

They characterise me as dreadful