There's a baker down the street who does so much more,
He'll tear out your guts and lay them on the floor.
He'll listen to you scream, listen to you cry,
But no one above knows your about to die.
~2p!England~
He lurks in the deepest parts of my mind, taunting me with his bloodlust. His thirst to rip through people's flesh and hear them scream, begging him to stop to let them live another is most unsettling. He wasn't always there... he didn't always invade my once cheerful dreams.