From birth I've never really felt like me.
A quiet budding evil hiding behind a veil of civility.
The cold in my eyes so close the truth.
Only surpassed by hate, my hearts precious produce.
Tranquil worlds to me are that of bane.
When I see love and kindness all I feel is pain.
There's a monster here, bread and breath by relation.
This monster's a demon and my soul's true cogitation.
I embrace this darkness, Its ways feel safe.
Its aura covers me, touching my minds most intimate place.
I am this thing where chaos is my peace.
I commit monumental carnage to satisfy my beast.
I am the winds of destruction I feed on your misery.
I am the father of your nightmares and the devil envy.
You created this fiend. My humanity has already elapsed.
The foolish who attempt my life will find my blood run black.