The Lotus Killer Flower Of Death

Do I get a chance at redemption if part of me feels sorry for what I have done? The more I look into this broken mirror the more I forget about the way I look. About the way that my life used to be. But I had to adapt. The more people die the more I adapt. I'm tired of living behind the shadows of my past. The time has come to embrace the monster inside me; The killer in me.