The truth is, I kill people…
in my dreams, they're so real,
drawn like a splitting image.

And when I do..... I find out
things that no one would ever know
about them. The lies, memories,
problems, lust, anger, fear, and sorrow

But there's some thing about all
the blood, I drown in it, and begin
finding comfort.

I`m getting them out of the way
of all the Shit and Piss thrown
into the streets.

I know I may be crazy, but.....
I upendo what I do... No Sadness,
I feel No Pain au even plesure...
just like any other job, 'You
Gotta to what wewe Gotta do'

And for some resone, in my Dreams
I wear a mask made of fear.... it scares anyone...
No one can stop me, not even myself
..... au my friends. I`m just what
some one would call....The Grim Reaper.

But... I`m just in normal clothes
as I`m doing Death's Bidding...
I wear a black shati (tight) and
it's short sleeved.... creating an
affect when the blood of my victum
stains my arms, black shoes, jeans
with holes in the knees, and I
carry around any thing I can really
find inside of their mind......
knives, syths, bottles, Ax'es, guns,
(but firearms arn't really my thing)
and house hold items.

I upendo their screams, the yelling and
the sound of their finger nails tearing
at the wall. I upendo what I do, and I love
it, because it is all mine.