In the darkness, they whisper to me, they tell me what to do. In the darkness I find comfort. I found a sense of being. In the darkness, I found myself. They rescued me; they saved me from madness, saved me from the light. Servile to my saviours, I will do anything they ask. They judged me; they passed their judgement on me. They liked me. They told me things that I knew, but had to be told to understand. They told me I was special. They said only I could help them, that I was the one.

The darkness scares me sometimes. I can feel them closing in around me, feasting on my soul, they hurt me, but I can do nothing, they are my masters, they still saved me. The light destroys your soul, under the glare of modern society, it is bared for the world to see, and it picks at you like a vulture on a day old carcass. My soul is safe here, they told me that.

They pass judgement on your shallow, self-obsessed lives; I carry out the act of their sentence. I have no remorse I bear no emotion. You didn't save me. They talk to everyone, but only the special ones can hear them. They whisper to you, as you sleep, as you go about your meaningless lives, they try to help. They try to save you. But some people don't want to be saved.

They tell me that I'm above society, that is why I was saved, but I am no saviour. I am their executioner. I punish you for your sins. The acts you commit when you think no one is watching. They are always watching. Every shadow cast in the light, that's them. Listen closely you can hear them. But they won't save you. They stand you at judgement.

They don't want to hurt you, they've told me that, but you destroy yourselves. They have to punish you. Maybe it could have been different, I wanted you to save me, you had the chance to save me. But you locked me away. Detrimental to society you said, but I never harmed anyone. I'm an angel compared to the sins you commit, that's why they saved me. You'll never be saved.

They'll always be watching you, and oneday, when they pass their judgement on your unworthy soul, we shall meet and in your punishment, I shall have no guilt, for you could have saved me, and in doing that, you could have saved yourself.

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