Fury personified

My twisted alter ego revealed its face, the ghoul wore scars on its cheek and had the eyes of a snake, imperfect perfection of my personification, staring at me without justification, just there embracing the chaos that it did indeed cause, on many separate occasion.
 He smiles at me to set my rage into its most dangerous, he beckons to the door and so I take the dreadfull paces, he pulls harder on the reigns to make sure I don't overstep any paces, slowly and forcefully I walk toward the dangerous of all places.
The whore house is where I'm most famous, my knife and my gun quite the cunts, allowing me to embrace the sadist.
The reigns are tightened and the whores are most frightened, now this is where murder is most heightened.
Now I've done what I've done, no one can run, achilles heel has been slashed and arms have been severed, I got sick of the screams, and out came the gleam from the knife in my hand, and my heart started to flutter.
Out came your tongue, now I've got to run or they surely will send me to die.