When the killing starts
There is no mercy
No remorse, or regret... Only pleasure
I am not a butcher (So to speak)
Neither am I a soldier
I am a monster
I am an architect
A maestro
A composer of the maddest symphonies (No sympathies)
The darkness my only friend
I am saturated in it (Inside and out)
It is my cloak
My hiding place
My sanctuary
Without it all would be blind
As light would only show the truth
That in reality, I am merely a man
Yet that reality, is a lie
Day time is a place of smiles
False grins and false salutations
But in darkness, there is only fear
As monsters only come out at night
And how i love the night
It protects me in its shadows
It comforts me in my crimes
It lets me do what i do best... Kill
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