I know the mind's true power,
and, as I watch it devour,
devour the truth, reject lies,
I see what is not, by your eyes.

I am a warrior, with eyes of grey,
and a withered heart that is black,
I am forced to live each and every day,
despising life, even when it is on track.

When everything feels like a memory,
I cannot tell what is past or present,
when this all feels like a dream to me,
I cannot tell whether life is fact or fiction.

I am a heartless shell, a soul lost in Hell,
that which I know is but mine to tell,
I stalk the Earth with eyes if grey,
but you will not see them in the day.

I roam the streets, when you are all asleep,
some call me evil, a freak, even a creep,
but, if you only knew what I am inside,
every last one of you would run and hide...