I'll never consider myself a good man. I never concealed, restrained or buried my darkness. I stalk right under the skin so that my prey feels the tingle of my itching them, the icicles in my heart, my depth of debauchery. What I desire gets only a breath away from my strike. And once I strike, once I'm buried under their skin, the mask is ripped off. Then the victim finally sees my darkness.
Most men bury themselves under devastating self-control, separating who they are from who they're expected to be. They bank so much time and effort in maintaining that separation. Such men, although really good people, control their darkness until it cripples them, turning them into nothing but shadows haunted by their innermost tortured thoughts.
And that's what thwarts them as well and turn them into insignificance, soon dismissed, erased and forgotten.
I'll never consider myself a good man. I never concealed, restrained nor buried my darkness.