Killer's Complex

I've done something I may regret.
But I had no other choice.
He came at me, But I didn't fret.
His blade was long and moist,

With blood of those he's slain over the years.
They're screams cried out for vengeance.
I felt they're pain, tasted they're fear.
They're spirits are caged, fenced.

They crouch and huddle together, they whimper and moan.
I can feel the chill as it nips my bone,
I stand- ice cold and evil, glaring into space.
yet his knife is inches from my face.

But like I said, I'm the odd one out,
And next to mine, your will is feeble.
So I won't let you go about,
Killing innocent people.

You'll face my anger, and you will suffer.
You may be ruthless, but I'm tougher

Than the innocent souls you've torn apart.
With that long, moist knife.
And I'm sick of letting you
Take away my life.

My sick passion,
I do it in my own fashion.

Mutitlate, destroy.
Kill. Enjoy.
So when I rip your heart from your chest,
Just remember I did it, to save the rest.
For me to kill next.