My Dark obsessions (My Way of Thinking)

The reaper is my passion, my obsession, my game But even as I write this now, I know you won't understand what I say Let me explain to you then, explain my way of thinking I am not a fool that will through away the day I am too greedy to let my life slip away I do not enjoy the sting of the razors bite I am weak, I cannot take the sight The darkness is my comfort, my cover, my protector But even as I write this now, I know you won't understand what I say Let me explain to you then, explain my way of thinking I do not hide myself away from the day I am too filled with joy to stay away I do not enjoy the sting of the night's cold bite I am week, I don't like that it takes my sight The reaper is my passion, my obsession, my game The darkness is my comfort, my cover, my protector But even as I write this down, I know you don't understand what I'm saying So how do I explain to you then, explain my way of thinking?