sweet boy

no feelings
just thoughts turning into plannings
about to end each one of them all
no difference it makes after all
I feel no ache
only a bitter sensation
of thinking of it, of doing it
not ever regretting it
it is my nature
I just can not stop
no one studied me
no one care about where it would get
and I killed them all
inspired in robin wood stories I was told when a kid back then
the hurtings and the chaos I brought
only experiments for the bigger picture
hostile in every form
observing the next prey
who's am I going to play now?
I know why I do this
it is in my nature
I just can not stop - and I do not want to
no shame, no regret or any kind of emotional sparkle
excites me
aches you
locked up thinking about doing it again
and again and again
my head is different from yours
no consciousness
no feelings to disturb
no fear of consequences
but the perfect control and acting
the calmer I get the worst on your conception it is
so I will never love you
or regret of anything I do
I do everything for me and for me only
and I will make you do anything for my taste
or you know what may happen
change humour within seconds
for the other to believe me
and point you the crazy one
so over exaggerated
after all, I am such a sweet boy, am I not?
they will only open their eyes when I take the life from their own's eyes 

I am not a fool to feel for you