The Imperfects

Normal people, that's my game. You think you know me? How lame. I make my way, night by night. Better watch where your going, I bite. It's not for money, women, or fame. It's for the bodies I claim. I would tell you, but you wouldn't understand. I feel like a fish, out on dry land. There is no one like me, I am unique. The world will die, I give them a week. Kill them all, that much is clear. I have to make them, disappear. I'll bury them all, one by one. Until my final task, is done. Your lives are in my hands, your souls. I'll pump your chest, full of holes. I want the world, all to myself. Only me, no one else. Your impurities, make me ill. And that's not how, I want to feel. No need to run, that much is true. I'll get you no matter what you do. The world was going, in a downhill path. I had to do something, had to act fast. Your hookers and druggies, sicken me. And that's not how, I want to be If you were only perfect, like me. This wouldn't have to happen, you see? It's your own faults you brought it on yourselves. Now you all, GO TO HELL!