I have never been more than a murderer, a cold-hearted killer to the all around me.
I see it in their eyes, the way they shake with fear, and run for their lives.
I'm reminded when the fresh malice smell of blood, clings to the once pure air,
Of what my father had done to me. Of what I can never be, not while im...different.
No one has given me a chance at life. They always try to take mine away.
Their the reason i have become this way!
I can not love, nor can I touch,
Caused by the demon which resides in me.
I can only kill, can I touch.
The metallic feel of blood, that sprays my face.
So in a since, that is touch.
And touch is the basis of all love.
Love is what I desire, my dream to become reality.
So only can I love, I have to kill.
My soul purpose in life is to enilate all liveing beings.
For I must know my own existence.