Decrepancy

Murderous thoughts determined to push me to a permanent state ov insanity.
An insanity concealed but very much present, waiting to be released upon all.
Those who deserve, and those innocently taken are now victims ov a disease with no prejudice.
No one is protected from the mind ov a madman determined to bring upon harm.
Death is more severe for those vulnerable and weak.
I have no patience for stupidity.
No one can determine when their life will be taken, so why live your last days weak and feeble?
I know to kill once will lead to killing again, to find which form ov death is more pleasurable.
I often thought ov mummifying the victims to create a new trend ov serial killing.
The thought ov bodies hanging, stripped ov their internal organs for longer reservation, left in the woods for unsuspecting wanderers to reveal.
I have not yet decided if the heads should be trophies or sold for use in occult rituals.
If there's money in it, you can count me in.
I often thought ov dismemberment.
How many limbs can be severed before death?
Using different body parts from different victims to create one demented masterpiece.
I would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting victim, making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism isn't far from any ov our minds.
Animals eat animals, man can eat man.
Why do I think this way?
It's only getting worse.