I have a condition that is hard to change,
My excitements and interests are rather strange.
I’m seen as weak and a threat to none,
But they don’t know what I have done.
I’m a man of simplicity with no motive at mind,
To those few in my life I am gentle and kind.
But at night is where the sport begins,
A chance to fill the world with my sins.
Death is the prize for a stranger in the dark,
A knife in the neck is where I leave my mark.
The pleasure gained is sadistic yet great,
Like the gods above I am the changer of fates.
The pouring of blood is so pure and clean.
The texture of flesh so soothing and lean.
I am a greater being with power at hand,
And your life is ticking like a timer of sand.
Your presence awaits in the cemetery of life,
The last thing you’ll feel is the scream of my knife.