This Dark Passenger

Following my own code
I kill the dregs of man
I have learned of secrets
Hidden like I am
A sick and twisted monster
The side that I don’t show
I’m told that I am decent
The real me they don’t know

There are those who meet justice
There are those who deserve
To be marked the next victim
Satisfying my urge

I cannot help it
This cold desire finds me
Taking your blood as my trophy

I do not feel emotions
So use a mask instead
I’m faking all these feelings
For inside I am dead
Born in blood, a child
Shaping life and soul
This dark passenger
It waits for another chance to be heard

I had a father
He helped me to channel this craving for good
But I know it still makes me less than human
If I could only be tamed
As I try and I hope but I know that I’m cursed to remain
As I am just a creature who preys upon death

As you are waiting
Surrounded by your misdeeds
I’ll be the last thing you’ll see

I know that there’s something real dark here inside me
Being on the hunt helps me stay sharp and clear
Making sure that the spot light is kept far from my life
Blend in with the everyday society

How? I’m making connections, I know
Starting to care for these things and these people
Who didn’t matter before now, so I’m changing
Yet still I don’t know what I am

Half sick with the thrill
I feel alive in the wrongness
Nothing else that could love me
Or is this just a lie that it’s telling
The mask is slipping lately
Uncertain of what this might mean