The Inhumane Killer

The glee I feel when they feel the steel that will steal their zeal.

The blood that flows, the cries that show, and the tears I feel, driven by remorse of the victims premature death.

Nothing excites like a slow and painful death, chopping them, inch by inch.

Chopping them and burying them, is something I do.

Beating them, eating them, leaving them is something I shall do.

No escape for the weak, no fight for the strong, death is sure to come.

No matter the struggle, the final struggle will be thy final breath from your crippling body.

Little they can do as I gut them on the steps, as the blood drips and gathers, falls, and drown all hope and love. Yet to be replaced by hate, that drives me further into my lovely nature.

Love they never shall find, losing thy head, chopped short by a blade, lest they cry as I swing and swipe the deadly despair filled with bloodlust and inhuman hate.

Stabbing, beating, tying, crying, all I do is all I can, with hate, with love, with fear, with men slain.

No room for love, no room for peace, no love for me, no love for you, and a painful death is all I bring, all I am.

Piece by piece I cut them down, by choice I laugh, by choice I cry, by the hand of death I prevail and lose to lust, lust of blood, lust of pain.

No one is safe from a quick death, whether death by sword, knife, or of shell, they shall never find peace nor a burial.

Crossed in my path of despair, and death, death is imminent as death is sure, my hand will begin, my hand shall end, and my hand will torture yet also mend.

Life is long, life is short, lost is life stained by death, forgotten by man won by death given to man taken by death.

Long is death, with despair, sudden end is a false dream quickly forgotten replaced by pain.

The last man, who crossed my path, caught a dagger to his neck, a fork to his eye, and a statistic next to his name.

How the authorities search for the “Inhumane Killer.” This title displeases me yet I see the obvious truth I am a man nonetheless a monster I may be but a man with passions I am.