I am the one that comes out of darkness
Made from it,
& so I run to it.
I am the one that doesn’t feel
when others feel...
& if so,
I simply don’t feel like others feel.
I hold no conscience,
if I did, it would simply act too late.
I may defend those who are weak,
but I also torment those who are weaker than me.
I am no angel,
just merely a fallen one.
I have a pure heart
through a twisted soul
& a cruel sick mind.
I am no demon,
for I have committed no crimes.
I may have sinned,
but I do repent -on some.
The minds crowed in darkness,
I can be nice,
as nice as you would like me to be.
You never, but never
would want to meet my dark side.
There’s not much in this mind,
except for that melodious music.
& the imagination let loose.
There no one knows what is real
-not even I know-
not any more ...
But if you get past that,
that is where the real horror lay,
if you give me the chance
& I feel like it
I would kill,
& it wouldn’t even bother me.
I see demons,
made from me & darkness.
I’m funny in my cruel sick way,
I am twisted and mean.
I am everything and nothing,
for I & others wouldn’t
have it any other way.