If you look at me,
you will surely see a mask.
It hides all the secrets
of my dangerous past.
I dare not look you in the eye,
for fear or revealing this history.
Please, you must not judge me
if you hear my story.
The shadows used to whisper my name,
and shrink away the fear.
I could never become so close
to those I hold most dear.
My allies are my enemies,
my friends, I have none.
The life I lead is lonely
when all is said and done.
Sorrow and grief?
I am the source.
Often leading to hate,
But I feel no remorse.
When I was new in the world,
I hated what I was sent to do.
Just be thankful that so far,
I havent come for you.
Now I accept what I am here to do,
The torement is no longer my pain.
It is only natural
for me to take life away again.
