Sometimes I think I am alone
And I don't know where to go
Sometimes I wonder why I feel
So utterly inhuman
The things that I remember doing
That I could not possibly have done
Though I have hurt a lot of people
I also remember killing one
My name was Ire, I was transformed
He screamed, but still I struck him down
My hands, they trembled, then I was gone
I was a murderous hellhound
The next morning I awoke
And fear was struck in all of them
I wonder what I actually did
I wonder where my victim went
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
Sometimes I think I am alone
And I don't know where to go
Sometimes I wonder why I feel
So utterly inhuman
The things that I remember doing
That I could not possibly have done
Though I have hurt a lot of people
I also remember killing one
My name was Ire, I was transformed
He screamed, but still I struck him down
My hands, they trembled, then I was gone
I was a murderous hellhound
The next morning I awoke
And fear was struck in all of them
I wonder what I actually did
I wonder where my victim went
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