My past,
My pains,
My sorrows,
My eternal hurting,
They are all limited to me,
*
My hair,
Crimson red,
My eyes
Blackened from lack of sleep
And too many street fights,
*
Many fear me
Few really know me,
The few shouldn't mess with me,
The ones that don't know me,
May as well be at the end of my smoking guns
*
My rules
My ways of life
Need not compassion
Need not innocence
Need not mercy
*
My heart,
Blackened,
Like a thousand moonless nights
My soul
Darkened and bleak,
Without emotions,
*
Some say,
I wasn't born with a soul
Others say
It was sold to the highest bidder
I say,
I don't care,
*
A heartless killer,
A feared man,
A succesful assassin,
A sorrowful life,
Yes...
I am all of these.