I'm not a monster..
I'm not a beast..
I'm a person.
My face may frighten, my actions threaten, but underneath it all, is a scared, lonely man.
Left alone in the rain, blood at my feet, blood on my sword, I thought I'd found my aim in life, to fan the fire within.
But my fire was never lit in the first place. The sword in my hand is as silent as the dead, my heart as self-contained.
The only thing I care about is..her.
Her face in the blood, still smiling.
She was so young..so innocent.. why did she pick me?
There are so many...better people.. but she's with me now.
Seperately, we are feared..
together...we are unstoppable.
The tinkling of my bells will be the last thing they hear.