The soul of another untainted soul had been stabbed

And now resemble darkness

There's a void where hope use to be

Stare in his eyes

Fresh blood dripping

From the hatres whithin

Smell the fresh blood as he becomes one of them

Feel the fresh blood from the lack innocence

Dead in a pool of his own blood

Lay another strip of our humanity

A monster that feeds off my fear

Because in a sense

Its a form of obsession

I have developed

Trying to keep him out but in reality bringing him near

Paranoid by the fact that he may not be a dream

He’s a reality I cast off as an illusion

To keep me frofrom goigoing