My friend was a bee,
with a bright yellow coat...

The look in his eye,
scared me half ta death...

Gazing into the eyes of a demon at heart,
failing to realize it was only a start...

Slitting wrists and destroying lives,
sending mass murder in by hives...

Misty shadows fill the night,
down my spine; a chill of fright...

Why do you think your better then me?
I believe my passion is humane and free...

Hidden within darkness,
seeking a hint of pure...