Wrong Clone

I wear a mask and a robe Tattered and tinted black Scary and stained blood Solely visible to the mind’s eye Sebrebe, I cometh All the coward feareth And the men runeth For I scare and catch Molest and crash And bite and suck I have been cloned- To have killed from birth And from birth, May be till death But now my hands are free And my robes are clean This is a wrong clone Resting in your mind’s eye Awake from your trance For once, to the present To the reflections of the realities To the beauties of the current For once I’ve murdered Not always a murderer