Dusk, he thought, is the best time for ******. The city was a perfect backdrop for the perfect crime, no one will ever suspected me the person grinning with a silent sinister pleasure. People think I am the perfect nice guy, but in reality I am death, every situation that comes my way gets destroyed. I try not to but it has implemented itself within my once purified soul. Nice guy I may have been at one time but that guy has been dead for along time. Now it's just me and this sinister mind, I have lost all feeling to do anything nice or true. My heart is dark, all because of you, you made me the monster I am. I was taught about how all lives are equal and decided that was a lie, because this world is not fair some are treated better than others. People will try to make themselves seem purer than how they really are, like they are some angel in mortal flesh. It was the man upstairs job to destroy them all, but he doesn't see the things I see, maybe he sees the good in them like he might have in me. I am a stranger, no one would miss me, and if they do, it no longer matters. All the better for me, more pain to spread and create for others, it's like a paycheck. Payback to a society that has kicked me when I was down , a society that has corrupted me too turn evil. I sometimes wish I could go back to how I used to be, but there is no going back. Back when dark clouds were clear and outside was sunny, when joy was evident, when things were simpler.