slouched against his apartment door, emotionless head in his hands
a dark feelin coming over him as he grows distant like far away lands
he looks up, eyes blood shot and its evident its time to kill another man
the lust for blood cannot be supressed
he tries to push the feelin away but its like a heavy weight on his chest
he wishes love was in his heart but only hatred persist
reachs into his pocket and grabs his gloc tightly clinched in his fist
slowly rises from the door and looks out his window on the 5th floor
and scans the streets for a victim little do they know what he have instore
the view out his window looks perfect for a glourious murder scene
as he spots his sacrafice for the night an helpless crack fiend
he races out his door down the corridor
and races franticaly down the stairs from the 5th floor
jus the thought of murder sends a adrenaline rush through his veins
needs to supress his appetite for blood letting to ease his trouble and pain
rushes out the exit like hes insane and spots the man walks up to him wit his glock and aims
and without hesitation pulls the trigger, the streets decorated wit blood splatter and brains
suddenly coldness over comes him, regret, what has he done
looks down on his victim as the blood glistens from the setting sun
helpless he starts to cry for what he has become
its like satan pulls the strings for his will has been done
he feels faint, hazy and stumbles to the ground
jus as he is about to fall suddenly hes AWAKEND by a sound

gasping for air he sits up in his bed, as he realizes it was a dream as thoughts rush through his head
surrounded by darkness only faint light enters his windown from the moon beams
he rises out of bed, cold sweats glad that the nightmare was not a reality
when suddenly the same feelin in his dreams over comes him as he looks out his window and sees there layin on his steps under the moon light is the same crack fiend..