Bad Habits

Late walks at night
Nectar of innocence
Cast away from the light
Cast into the wickedness

A villain
Nameless face in the crowd
But not an ordinary face civilian
For the impulses are too loud

Lowliest walks of life
Yet the apex predator
Walking on the edge of a knife
Thought of a fictitious character

Cursed by day
Damned by light
Living in the outskirts of grey
We are the Children of the Night