• My heart is forzen in time.
    I age.
    I don't yearn for the crisp smell of blood.
    I'm ugly.
    I can't walk through walls.
    I have skin.
    I don't eat brains.
    But i have one.
    I love the darkness.
    But I aslo love the light.
    I can't teleport.
    But i can walk.
    I can read minds.
    But i can't speak.
    I live in isoation.
    But i have friends.
    My eyes are normal
    but they are red.
    These things make me wonder.
    What am I? Where do I belong?