Twenty Two!

A Rarity?

I acknowledged it long time ago that there was a rarity in me, and to know it gave me a power over the world. Needless to say the power is blinding.

There it was, the blood curling cries- the one I've been hiding all this time.
The words on the street were of a serial killer, one with unsaid objective and fierce in nature.

It wasn't easy to say the least, the sick mind wouldn't stop giving the free passes to this irrationality.

But they saw only what they wanted to believe in; the lies I presented- the truth they seeked.

They wouldn't see, not behind this skin to the one who hid deeper- thicker than this penetrating skin.
Somehow I knew this was wrong, there was something not setting me free,but I wanted to break free- out of this restraints of rightly.

Fools compared themselves to dark night, they think they have dark souls but the wrong hides in the face of the light. With sweet smiles and arrogant lies. Isn't that why they never figured me out? While I roamed free in the daylight passed by with a shake of my hand and smirked at their confusions?

I never killed a soul, never a dark soul. But the one standing in the light, on the bright sunny day. I justify the way I like, before I take the scalpel and make my words mark permanent on their skins.

Today they said it was a professional, someone who knew the killing- a serial killer. But the lighter souls forgot they are the one who teaches us how to do it right to inflict the pain with the gloves in hand.

I clean the last cut and sew it- off the man who was saved last night. The only victim the serial killer led to see the light. Miracle they called, mistake as I felt like. But like I called the lighter souls, a fool in plain sight. They bought the victim straight to the house of demise.