A man I know I am no longer,
I am a hunter, a ghoul, a soulless black being, a night haunter
A man of which there is no more,
A shell in which a boy used to keep
I was man who felt to deep, and the dreams at which he had in his sleep
Kept him from ever seeing any peace
He used to be a shy, lost soul,
But many say now he has none at all
His soul is there, just buried deep, to keep him from the pain he keeps
Broken, Beaten, black and blue,
Blackness used to cover the hue
of a man who was every ones tool
used, broken, repair and used again
forged out of a steel that was hot with rage and cold and black,
used to hold the White pain back
a new man you do see to day
forged, Molten, and cast again
a cage and will of molten iron is forged
in the hopes of holding out the pain he feels
He becomes Dark desperate, cold and soulless
A cruel logic must replace the heart, to keep it from being torn apart
So what happens when a man, who deeply feels, can take it no longer
He becomes dark, and soulless
A monster