One of the Few

He creeps in the night
he has no life
just simply a weapon
one with a knife

he feels no pain
just a strong drive
the lust for blood
he's barely alive

the ice blue stare
that's full of hate
he seals their life
their final fate

clock strikes twelve
his job is done
his soul is fed
with the life of one

and so he goes
without a clue
of what he's done
he's one of the few

the few who sleep
then walk and dream
the few who cross
the dream realm seem

their nightmares bleed
the do turn real
but they don't know
they don't feel

they'll never know
what they do
so think real hard
could one be you?