All alone in my world
I wonder about
what has become
of the child I used to know
She loved her life.
She would never imagine
killing anything.
Only to help.
But all morality has now
been ripped away
by my victims;
the ones who suffer
What am I to do?
I hate this,
Yet I refuses to stop
I don't think the terror will ever end.
But I am the one inflicting it.
I can end it.
But to succeed, I need the real me back.
Where has the little girl gone?