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There's anger in my heart Am I becoming, Something I don't want to be? Like the poison air we breathe There's fire in my eyes And red paint on the walls I don't want to be a demon There's anger in my veins And I only wish To break and to destroy all things Make it so no sunlight sings There's glass down on the floor And a growl on my tongue I don't want to be a demon There's anger in my mind A scream on the air That freezes the voice of the wind Like the darkest of all sins There's boiling in my blood While it's on my hands as well I DON'T WANT TO BE A DEMON

I am the demon Hiding under your bed, Awaiting nightfall, In hopes to be fed. My claws they are long, And my teeth are so sharp, While my eyes are like diamonds, And black is my heart. Your mother says that I am not real, That I'm just in your head! And could never be true, But now she's dead! I wait, And I hide, For just the right time, So clever, so snide! I sit in the closet, And dream of the day, When you no longer fear me or What could happen today. And when you open the door, You'll cry As I rise, And ask if you really want to die. I can't help myself I do try But I'm just so hungry inside, Don't ask me why.

Male!Gangster!Reader x Neopolitan.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being the son of one of the most feared crime bosses in Atlas had some perks. At first, you'd wish you never got forced into a life of crime, but after some time, you could give less than a damn. You eventually gained your father's mindset after years of being wronged by those you thought you could trust. You wanted power and profit and you would do whatever it takes to get it. As long as you got the power, you didn't care. You looked up to your father in some ways, but there would be times where you'd wanna take him out the picture and take this damn crime organization for yourself

I was once a generous person. I wanted to make everyone smile and help anyone who needed it. I was one of the few that cared to not only listen to anything you would say but do. ???: "opens eyes" What should I do today? "looks around" On my right I saw this one kid that looked at the ground. He had nothing on and he looked like he was dieing. His arms were bleeding from the cuts he gave himself. I looked next to him and saw the knife he used to cut himself. ???: "walks to knife and looks at it" (This knife looks like its been used alot.) Hey. Why are you doing this to yourself? The kid looked at me with his cold dead eyes. He didn't say a

(A/N): Thought I try something new, since I'm almost done with the next RWBY chapter. Also, found Vol. 3 on Blu-Ray at a local Wal-Mart. Happy-4-days-early-birthday to me! ---------------------------------------------- Prologue: The Forgotten People Long ago, before the Titans were a threat to humanity, there was another species. A people who also hunted humans. They were called the Venatori, the forgotten people of a long lost civilization. The Venatori were a race of hunters, flesh eaters who feasted on humans. They were once humans who searched for the secret to immortality. Instead of finding what they looked for, they found a mysterio