Murderer

Evil darkness that slips to twisted minds in the night.
Where they ponder their next move, their next action.
They picture the blood spilled from their weapon of choice.
Their helpless victims becoming the next lead of the show.

She'll never know it was coming, the rope wrapping around her neck.
Snug and tight like a warm embrace as her face slowly turns red.
She kicks and squirms but to no avail; she's beautiful.
It's wonderful to watch the life leave her eyes; it's all-powerful.

He never knew it was coming either, but he was in for a more brutal punishment.
A knife stabbed up his stomach so his guts spilled out on to the floor.
Let him bleed to death upon the cold-hearted tile; leave him to his thoughts.
His last memories of being human.

Soon the darkness would slip and madness and sympathetic feelings would sneak in.
It ruins the high of the kill, but it's a natural response.
One just has to wait it out; wait for the darkness to come...
And take you.