Hunt.
Kill.
Purge.
Destroy.
Pull the trigger
Fire the gun
Watch the bullet
Begin the fun
The darkness within
Overtakes the soul
How much longer
Until evil takes its toll
Body loses mind
Mind loses body
One can take control
Can make you somebody
Power surging through the veins
Doesn't it feel good?
Killing an innocent man
Feels better than it should
Eyes turn black
Heart turns cold
How deep a darkness
Can one truly behold?
When will it stop?
When will it end?
How long before
The demons descend?
Hunt.
Kill.
Purge.
Destroy.
Now it feels empty.
The kills are nothing but work
Now comes the time to ask,
What are they really worth?
Hunt.
When will it stop?
Kill.
When will it end?
Purge.
How long before
Destroy.
The demons descend?
The deaths keep coming
Every action becomes obscene
So why, oh why,
Do I not want to be clean?
The blackness gives strength
The blackness gives power
The blackness takes emotion
Out of every single hour
It's better this way
I kill as I please
To satisfy the hunger
Taking lives comes at ease
Give in or give up
Let it happen or don't
Don't let the others help you
Letting you win they surely won't
Now it's time
To say goodbye
To the demon who held your soul
Made you powerful, made you high
Made you lose all control
Black eyes turn green
The healing has begun
Now comes the time to ask,
What the hell have I done?
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Born to Kill
PoetryWhen the hunter becomes the hunted, what are his thoughts? What does he feel? After Dean Winchester turns into a demon, his journey to redemption begins.
