By Buffenator
They don�t get it
The pent-up energy that Slaying can produce.
The thrill of the kill,
The need for release
The isolation, the loneliness,
The power, the heat,
The responsibility, the weight
Of the world on my shoulders.
Nobody understands me, what I do
Nobody can truly understand
Except, maybe for you.
Do you know who I am?
I go through the motions
Living a �normal� life.
For me, it�s anything but normal.
Why can�t they see that?
I fight Demons everyday
The hardest ones are inside,
My own private battle
I die each night.
You make me want to live, wake up
To experience life.
You push me, challenge me,
You�ll fight me if you have to.
You don�t give up.
Please don�t give up
No matter what they say
Or what they do.
They won�t understand at first.
They won�t see that I need you.
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