Untitled.*

I was once like you, sinister as can be:
Killed people for the joy, and the thrilling glee.
No mercy, no purpose for a plea.**
Death to one, is all you can guarantee.

But don't blink twice, I'll appear within the mist.
If you hear me coming, don't bother to resist.
I hold no heart, remorse does not exist.
I'll thrust 'til the last breath, if you insist.

Your blood's intoxicating, I'll wear it as a cloak;
Whisper in your son's ear, the last words you spoke.
End your wretched life, for the malice you provoke.
An amazing inferno, your lungs'll be roaring with smoke.

Ashes will remain, souls will not.
Another beautiful cleansing, another successful plot.
Your wrongdoings will forever live; it's sad I suppose,
That it will all end, because of the path you chose.




*Couldn't think of a title with which I am satisfied-I will eventually.
**You know how people plea for their lives to be spared when they are[knowingly]about to be killed? yeah .

-em;