Tendencies

 
Falling away from myself I look into the mirror one last time
I sometimes wonder if my sanity has something to do with these tendencies
Tendencies to hurt
Tendencies to destroy
Tendencies to feel someone else's blood oozing through my fingers
I'm losing control
Since when did I have control?
I laugh as I raise the blade to my throat
I've never had control
Control myself of my vicious tendencies
I cut myself just a little to feel what many of my victims have felt
Not enough
Fresh blood is what I need
I've lost control
I walk down the streets looking for my next victim
There she is, a beautiful woman
Soon not to be
I raise the blade to cut her flesh
She doesn't know that she's going to die
I laugh as she screams
As her flesh slices so easily
As her blood splatters on the ground
I lick the blade
Blood
So fresh
I laugh as they catch me
As they throw me into a dark cell
As I watch and wait for my next victim
That will never come
These Tendencies of mine
Has caused me to lose my mind
And I laugh at my Tendencies