I walk in the shadows of the night, Stealing souls and taking life. I have no friends, no gang, and no group. No one to tell what I do. Taking lives with no feeling inside. Who can tell on me? No ones know. I walk along as �darkness falls. To take the lives from those I choose. Leaving no evident or clues. From man to kids they all got to go. No witness to tell what I have done. I have no friends, no gang and no group. I kill for pleasure, this is no joke. I keep no charm or trinket to show. I remember by looking at those poor lost soul. As I sleep in the day and Do my killing at night. Who is to tell this is my life. I have no friends, no gang and no group. I walk this life of painless loop. Who can tell no one knows. Even the police think its different people. From slice necks to bullet holes down to the unmarked graved people love ones. This secret I have, this secret I keep, only hunts me when I fall to sleep. I have no friends, no gang and no group. I walk the night along with no trial to home. I live a lonely life. If this is life you may call. The monster I have become. To take life with no emotions at all. Soon some day may it be in second, minutes, hours, to years. They will catch this monster I have so feared. But I wont let them. No I shall not. To put me on the stand and lock me up. Just kill me in times in. shocking my body or sticking needles in me. no I want let them get the satisfaction. I have no friends, no gang and no group. So whom can I tell what I did? With the gun in hand and the trigger pulled. Ill take my own life. This life Ive called. To be miss by none. And hated by most. For my sinister crime I did without cause. This life I called the lonely road
