Murder Feels Good

I killed another today.  
It was fresh, and felt good as I crushed his skull beneath my boot.  
 
I felt a surge of power flow over me  
And I actually chuckled.  
 
I didn't stop when the knife broke the skin, and I smiled the whole time I sliced through the muscle in his leg while he was screaming.  
As I said, it felt good.  
More powerful than cocaine.  
 
I didn't stop until I realized his blood was pouring onto the carpet, and felt my knee get wet with it.  
 
There was nothing to prove to anyone.  
And I know everyone's about to go crazy looking into this for motive.  
 
But there is no motive.  
It's power.  
 
Sure I didn't like the guy.  
But you don't kill people just because you don't like them, right?  
 
To tell you the truth,  
the pleasure was well worth the risk  
And I don't think anything has given me such a stronger, or more powerful rush.  
None of the amphetamines or hallucinogens In the world could amount to the power of control over another life.  

YOU ARE GOD.
 
So take it however you want to take it. Call me a sick bastard if that's your will, but got damn stop wasting my time and make up your mind, there's psychopaths out there you know!