Bloodlust

Time of death, eleven thirty three,
Mission complete, he died at the scene,
His face shot open, and limbs dismembered,
Throat slit, filled with three fingers I severed.

I loved it all; the shot, the slash, the gore
Sawing at his kneecaps till they would bleed no more,
Smacked his face with the gun, then slit his neck with my knife,
Laughing with pleasure, whilst he plead for his life.

His eyes rolled for a bit, before his last breath,
I looked deep in them, sympathising with his death,
Just kidding, eyes glistening as I massaged the trigger,
Shot point blank at his face, then cut off his fingers.

Now his face is caved in, and body flesh scattered,
Two fingers left on one hand, torso is battered,
Was fun while it lasted, almost ended too quick,
Will roam the streets tomorrow, for my next fix.

For I'm a bloodthirsty animal, I love to kill,
Unhesitant, I'll blow off your head, just for the thrill,
Society may interpret my bloodlust as insanity,
For me, every bastard I kill is a blessing for humanity.