I wander the streets, Alone in these arts,
Hundreds of men, Ive taken their hearts,
Authorities are searching, But never will find,
I have the power, Knowledge in my mind,
Forget all the rest, just hearken and see,
The cleanest of deaths, now attribute to me,
For I am the one, That lives in the dark,
Now if you see me, be sure not to nark,
Because if I'm seen, Your death has been planned,
Anger me not, Or die slow at my hand.
*Sorry not really a sad one just best fitting category
