Radiating all of my impure desires.
He is a creation of the worst in my mind,
I wish that I could leave him behind.
He carries a sword, a katana, pure black,
If ever I lower my guard, he will surely attack.
He kills those in his way, just for fun,
When you think it's over, he isn't really done.
His hunger is immortal, this hatred twin of mine,
He kills for the sport, an on the spoils does he dine.
In the end he never dies, just vanishes for a while,
Bringing back with him, a slaughter that is vile.



