Deceiving Normalcy
I may look nice. When in truth I'm a killer, my serene nature is my disguise. I look just like a regular guy.
When you see me in the darkness of night; you won't cross the street for fear or fright. We will cross paths, and when you pass me I'll pull a knife. The streets will run red with your blood colored tears. And then only then will I become the thing of peoples' fears.
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