i root for the villains for the monsters for the creatures that crawl forth from the depths of hell itself

they resonate to my broken mind more than the perfect hero with a million watt smile that gets the girl and the fame

the darkness that fills my mind and soul can feel the pain that pushed them to the brink, to perform such heinous acts

to feast upon the succulence of innocence, dripping venom from broken fangs, destroying hope with the agony of life

hidden behind scars and masks, implements of vengeance clutched in battered hands, seeking to right ancient wrongs

i root for the villains and monsters and creatures from the depths of hell rather than the carbon copy heroes

it makes every story, horror movie and folk tale into a bittersweet tragedy, tinted with the taste of heart ache