The fires of hell,
Burn within his soul.
He's proud of his story,
He wants it told.
A series of tragic events,
That left him inspired.
It started long ago,
He was a mere child.
Now he walks as a man,
appearing innocent and mild.
He watches from shadows,
awaiting his time.
He knows that i'm different,
He can feel me in his mind.
His vicious intent,
Is now focused on me.
He dreams of the blood,
Of the pain he will bring. |
Submission Name: tortured soul
