Masking himself in a sane human organism,
bringing torment in solitude.
The quiet frees his mind while the true mind's eye draws its desires
in human remains .
To defile the innocent brings one of the flesh masochistic pleasure.
Satisfying urges unsought by the regulated populace.
Bearing judgement down upon those who fulfill their cravings
in the most horrid of ways.
Calling down from a higher plain of existence,
using those who wear the mark of blood
to release their own inner creature of the dark.
A grim attempt at setting an equilibrium,
while only setting their path in the same as the fallen.
Humanity fleshes out its demons, resembling its own kind.
We are all bound with internal suffering,
yet some project it towards a darker art.
Circling the depraved with vicious intent we judge.