• Why hello there, I see you in the dark with eyes so bright.
    They call me Mr. Creepy, always walking around with my sharp knife.
    Would you like to be one of my friends?
    Get as close and match my grim trends?
    I will say it is quite hard, and will require something bloody.
    Do not tell me it's easy when your laying on the ground all muddy.
    It needs great silence like your one with the dead.
    Are you already overflowing? Is this filling your head?
    I am covered in blood from the bodies that are full of dread.
    Does this frighten you completely now?
    It's time that you tell me all that I've said.

    I accept your kind offer you monster of cruel.
    But tell me this, what is it that you do?
    You have only been empathizing this entire time what this job requires
    But it is time you tell me what you really rule, before my body retires.
    But in fact I am still young there is plenty of time left,
    I am looking for something to love, something strange and new.
    It is time you have answer me before I go any further.
    Now speak with your voice that is filled with murder.

    So I see that you have taken interest to this offer.
    I guess I can explain what I really do before I become a bother.
    I follow poor souls for sick twisted satisfaction,
    until they run away and make the chase the main faction.
    When I catch up to them, here's what I do, but it's not really fair.
    I pull skin from my flesh and make their souls have a scare.
    Then here come's the good part that I really love.
    I take my special knife and give it a good shove.
    It pokes and squeezes at their sensitive lives.
    Till it makes an entrance and finds it's way inside.
    Now that I told you it is time you decide,
    Do you want to join me or run away to the outside?

    It sounds frightening, maybe even full of distrust.
    Don't you care for those souls, doesn't your knife fear rust?
    I can't take an offer for a job that won't progress.
    Does all you do is this? Where is the Greed, Pride, and Lust?
    I ask you again, another difficult or easy question.
    Please answer it with ease, please keep my attention.

    Oooh, I hear you and grow an interest to your words of why.
    I don't just make fear and have blood and knives fly.
    I also make hate and Lust is the reason why.
    There are people who don't run away from the following.
    Instead they stop and don't show any sorrowing.
    They ask me my name and if I wanted to date.
    I would take the offer and this is step 1 to hate.
    A few weeks go by and according to plan I would sneak in and out of the bedroom under the noise of a loud fan.
    Of course I knew the time and made sure that I ran.
    When in the morning I would wake and follow my sweet soul.
    Then when the time comes I play ditch and hit the road.
    The poor soul would call and ask me why I went away.
    But I would call her during the rain and say the soul is nothing but a pain.
    A few more weeks and the soul would stop calling, and from there the sweet soul turned to crying.
    The soul would tell it's friends and they would say hang on, with the souls reply as I'm trying.
    Soon that sadness would turn to regret and that is when I would show up and take this pet to the vet.
    I would tell some lies and make up profanities.
    Then finally the souls would ditch regret and get mad at me.
    I have finally antagonized the soul enough for the change.
    The soul would yell at me and fight at every time that I arranged.
    I would keep the soul going and tell the souls it's insane.
    Till finally the soul snapped and turned to being deranged.
    And now that I got the soul right where I want it, I simply changed the subject.
    Then the soul yelled loud enough to wake everyone in the public.
    Then from anger to hate my mission was complete.
    Now that you know Lust was now the first defeat.

    I see how you have done this and it is very interesting.
    but what about afterwards? Is this all that you are consisting?
    I have understood you so far and you are not the best bet.
    Though so far you are not the most frightening person I have met.
    I understand so much of your life and your job.
    It's to make people suffer and complete the souls you rob.
    Now what about me? What will I do, love, and keep?
    Is it my job now to make souls feel despair and weep?
    I must know if there is more to my job that reaps.

    Why yes there is, you should of said that sooner.
    I grow bored of my job sometimes and this is where the fun shines.
    I don't just walk in the dark and flicker around my blade.
    I also have parties in the graveyards full of souls I slay'd.
    I will let you know on the secret that everyone should know.
    If your going to be my friend, then you will never be alone.
    There are tons more allies that await around the corner.
    You don't need to sit on the curb, looking like a loner.

    I see this now and there is now little warmth around.
    But why do you keep saying your proud?
    I want to be your friend but to that I must know.
    Isn't there a time where your sad, isn't there a time when your alone?
    I will do the jobs that I would be given, but what could I do if your never full of the cold?
    After this is my final question, so let's hurry while you have me sold.

    There is time to time that I would feel depression.
    But no-one has asked this because they don't have that impression.
    Everyone thinks that since I am Mr. Creepy,
    I would never feel sad and there would never be a time when I would be weeping.
    There are times when some souls get too connected.
    That I might grow attached to the soul I selected.
    Then when it comes when I have to do my job.
    That is when I might shed a tear or even hold one sob.
    That is why I surround myself in nothing but friends.
    It is so I don't look at that place where all the souls go that I send.

    How sad that it must be when you must know the souls who die.
    But I can be a special friend. Someone who won't go and die.
    I have learned allot that I wanted and something I understand.
    I can fill in the rest and make it so I don't need to know so much and demand.
    Here comes my final question that I have wanted to say all along.
    Is why are you so lonely? And your answer cannot be that I am wrong.
    I have seen you in the forest, with red and black cast along you.
    But you nothing but a frame, with torn paper with one hole that you can see through.
    And that hole is where you leave when you finish your art.
    That empty last place, that place for your heart.

    I see you have found the true me now.
    I am not a real killer but a fake that dreams in the crying clouds.
    I have friends who come once or twice in a while, but it doesn't help my heart that cracks between bounds.
    The blood is the red wine that falls from my rose.
    But that isn't all but it is blood from the wounds that won't close.
    I have some friends who are lonely that come to me when they feel down.
    They come to me with scars, That still bleed like endless lines that are sliced around.
    Before they go I would draw them, and place them in my book.
    They say I am Mr. Creepy. and from this I have developed my look.
    My knife may be my friend, but it is sometimes for show.
    But what is most frightening feature is my eyes that have a bloody glow.
    I would hide in the darkness and be silent and watch
    Then some souls would see, then their fear would go up a notch.
    The people I follow and stab with my knife.
    Are actually still alive and they know well about my life.
    They are people who are like friends but more close than the other.
    They are people who are like me, someone who would replace having no brother.
    So they come to me for a likeness and I accept that with no bother.
    But they aren't close enough for me now. So I still hide in the forest and draw a picture after another.
    That is why I came to you, for a friend who would be like me.
    So would you please come with me, and go out, Ms. Fiend?

    I am Delighted by your question, and have waited for it a long time.
    This is truly what you do, not what you said to everyone else that was blind.
    I have waited for you to say your true feelings, that you have locked up and away.
    So now I hear your real words, and you are trying to sway.
    I accept everything that you have wanted so far.
    I have always been with you, even when you went past the bar.
    So I would be delighted to go out, even though your name is Creepy.

    And I am truly happy with your answer Ms. Fiend, and so to speak, my heart is here for it is leaping.
    I hid away because of the fear I felt inside.
    But you were always here and waiting for me to step up and look at the love I wanted to find.
    So after this and so far....

    Ms. Fiend and Mr. Creepy, have met each other after overcome the troubles that seemed too hard.