Boom

Who are you, who  am I. The stars shine, but why? You cry. I die. The mental state is a debate. The reasons for living are to hate. You desire my pain. I wish for rain. Look at the signs. Your vision is blind. Here I come to feel whole. Snatch you up like your a lost soul. As If I was the keeper of all that's cold. You belong in the cooler. Now I'm the one you call your fucking ruler.
Obey me as you feel my grasp. For I own all that you have. You can't escape, you made your plate. Try as you do, but refrain from the food. I am the demon deep within. you pull the zipper, the fires begin. They run from the heat, but the sweat is faster. No escaping the idea that it's all a factor. Matter of fact, and the fact of the matter.  You think your better but you can't escape disaster. Im gonna cut your throat and watch you bleed. The hot flow of red is a reason to feed. I can't help you for you sold them out. Thought you had it figured out but your wrong no doubt. I can't decide to let you live or die. I'm the Reasons and your the answers I find.  You knew better than to be a ghoul. Now you drown in a bloody pool. I grin and grind my teeth. I
Put the knife back in its sheath.  I think for a minute but find no ideas. So I give you a kick to make sure your dead. I can't help myself and I cut off your head. Your body is like trash and I put it in a bag. Dumping it off at the nearest location. Taking your head in the opposite direction. For I'm a head hunter and I desire skulls. No reason to deny and every reason to hold. I let my dogs have their way. But with no teeth they can only gum your face. Eventually you will be boiled, and turned to paste. In which I will feast on you like an melted cake. I'm the cannibal and your just an animal. You should of kept your fucking mouth shut. But no, you decided that I was only attempting to bluff. Another victim and for now it's enough. But sooner or later I must kill another. I hunt and destroy child molesters.  I'm fucking sick and belong in hell. But on a mission from the devil himself.  I retain the skulls of the molesting women and men. And on my shelf I stack them up like trophy's. I wish it were more though. I decide to go hunting and walk out the door. No mercy for you sick fucks. No regret as I hunt you like ducks.