When Angel crept into my room late at night,
And slaughtered all of my fish,
I felt so sad.
And so afraid.
Maybe they were just little fish,
But they were *my* little fish,
And it was *my* room.
He took my privacy.
He took it and he sucked its blood hungrily.
Leaving me with an empty fish tank
And a plain paper envelope...
With a surprise inside.

I'll never forget it.
Ever.
The day he took my privacy,
And my fish.
The only pets my parents have allowed.
All lined up on a piece of string,
Like chunky beads on a necklace.
So sad.
My fish were a necklace.
Or a garrotte.
For the "angel-faced one."