What is love?
Is it a feeling?
Or is it a myth?
How would I know?
You died,
and I was too young to be left alone.
Love,
Grandma couldn't care for me.
I was left alone,
she never was what I needed.
I needed you there,
both of you.
I needed your love,
both of you.
When you both died,
I died.
I left, killed, and turned people into art.
I needed you there for me,
Mother...
and Father....
