Your Face was hard yet beautiful
The color of the sand
Your eyes the color of the sea
Your strong, callused hands.
You never played around
You were always serious and sure
But deep down inside your heart
You were stunningly pure.
But little did most people know
What lie inside you soul
The demon that possesses you
To kill everyone is its goal.
Its hunger almost unquenchable
It laughs as they run in vain
It seeks their blood continually
And enjoys there precious pain.
But you have no say in what it wants
It sometimes takes control
But I still think that you have
A complete and pure soul.