He walks along a
lonely road
His sins now take
their toll
Pain and sorrow in
his bones
Death his only
constant friend
He used to be human
like you and me
but one bad choice
to many made he
w a walking corps
for all to see
Along his weary way
He is not dead
Yet not quite alive
Only by his sins
Does he survive
Causing trouble
wherever he goes
Just to see how the
blood flows
The Torment of
others
The pain and the
greif
These are the stuff
upon which he feeds
Gaining energy
Gaining power
As he goes
Using the pain of
others
To help him hold on
He has lived for
hundreds of years
He once was a man of
many trades
Doing odd jobs for
everyone
Building houses
Fixing fences
Painting
Mowing yards
Just a few of his
jobs
But he got corrupt
Started making shady
deals with the wrong peoplr
Committing crimes
Being hated even by rhose who had once hired him
Now he pays
An eternity of
aimless wandering
Feeding off souls
Feeding off the pain
of others
Feeding off of
sorrow and grief
These things are
like honey to him
They are like
chocolate
He hungers for more
He thirsts for it
For it is the only
survival he has
He has no soul
He sold it for his
corruptive power
He sold it for the
fleeting joys of this world
This is why he feeds
off of other people's souls
He finds a lonely
soul
And pretends to be
friends
All the while
feasting off their bitterness and pain
Pretending to be
friends
Going along
Nurturing their hurt
and sadness
Nurturing their
grief and pain
Nurturing the
darkness and hate
And when the time is
right
Upon their souls
He feeds
When the body of the
victim is found
People say they took
their own life
Suicide
But know
The stranger
The beast
Has fed
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