Sometimes i wonder
About the ones who plunder
With knives and crooked smiles
Knowing no reason or rhyme

About the ones who like
the feel of slick blood
Painting their fingers red
To sate their vengeance

About the ones who are both
The Saint and the sinner
We never really know
When they flip the switch

About the ones who
Lie, use and accuse
But they hide behind
A mask of charm

About the ones who are
Born dark and twisted
With souls that reek
Of torture and excitement

Thrown into a world
Of chaos and danger
Their souls simply slip away
Somewhere dark and deadly

Do you ever get that feeling?
Walking by someone
The feeling that lurks
Then crawls right in
Suffocating and searing

Are you afraid of the dark?
Or are you eager to explore
The demons that lurk
Beneath the surface

They stay in places
Where the sun doesn't shine
And no one is fine
But that's just life

We like to think
That they are sick
But they are no different
Than you and i

Once we really look
We find that
There is no black or white
We are all grey