Dana Cruz/Question

People don't know much about me...I've made sure of that

Dark blazing auburn hair remains nakedly flowing under my hat.

I chose to avoid friends, though that mission, I failed. Against the corruption of conspiracy, I have nearly prevailed.

Zoey, Nicole, Quinn, and Chase...

Of so fleeting of faces to chase.

One falls, the others fall away,

Leaving me with who I am today.

My life is a question, my face a mystery. All secrets must be hidden, no truths of myself must be known.

I reveal the lies, let the light be shone.

The fear makes me strong...the sweat on their necks...their trembling breaths heavy and long (Against their will).

My face, it will fade, under the horrifying veil...

I wear no detectable marks...nothing will give me away.

For their own sakes, they will whale...only to make it all the worse.

The connections I drew, the lines I've crossed...

All if only to make it right...even though I know it will all be tossed,

To the wind, to the nights;

Secret methods, bloody fights. I'm stronger now, and fight through the blights

Of my life, of my own. I'm no longer a girl...

A mysterious shape under hot spotlight's twirl.

Give into your fear and lose the war...only to give yourself spare of pain.

I have no gain,

Only to study my hypothesi,

And dream of a world where I die.

I am a question...

To those who love me,

To those who care

But the answer...well may it fare,

For it's not in sight.

"Should I be the question mark? No, because the question mark implies an answer is waiting from another person...Besides, I don't leave a mark."

"I am...The Question."

Turn the gas on...and the people scream.