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 plane 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 the 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 protect it towards a darker art Circling the depraved with vicious intent we judge