I don't own Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street nor do I own Indestructible by Disturbed.

Yet another fanfic based on a song, written in the length of time the song took to play.


Indestructible

Weaklings, I'm surrounded by weak-willed, weak-minded people who can't do a thing for themselves.

I want a woman so I click my fingers and suddenly she's husbandless, available.

I want another, she goes to an asylum until she wants me aswell.

Nothing, nobody, especially the victims pose even the slightest difficulty, it's like they were born to be destroyed, annihilating them is far too easy.

It could make one feel bored and dull from the lack of challenge. I myself am more inclined to feel powerful, better than the world-

Indestructible even.