protector.

"we are not who we seem
we love coated daggers
our hands are never cleaned from crimson droplets
we are not who we seem
we love seeing red rivers escape your being
you'd look so pretty
with your eyes hollow and skin that's so colorless it's basically translucent
we are not who we seem
we just enjoy the way cold blades kiss our finger tips as your red rivers explore the ground
your cries are so pretty until your mouth run out of sound
there's nothing wrong with loving darkness
we are not who we seem
we swear we're normal
you can't stop us
we are just formal
what's wrong with looking adrenaline in the eyes and kissing it's cold features?

what's so wrong with loving our special holiday?
what's wrong with how pretty our victims screams are?
we love murder
we love crime
so turn your speakers up
because you're almost out of time."

a universe in which the purge exists and the boys participate until they have to stop due to extreme new upbringings.