The Demon In Me

Seen the killers on tv?
She wants that to be me.
The bloody corpses,
the stench of flesh,
Oh to savor
the smell so fresh!

"It's okay. Just do it."
She says as I hold the knife.
"Revenge is the sweetest.
You control this life."

I stand over him
as he begs and pleads.
"Am I a killer? Is this me?"

The rotting smell oozes
from his wounds.
Light stabs so blood
doesn't rush too soon.

He looks up as a tear
rolls down his cheek.
Now he's frightened
for the justice she seeks.

Already knicked him in
every square inch.
His bloody-filled clothes
exciting this witch.

"This isn't me!"
I scream and plead.
"My demon won't
let go of me!"

"Don't listen to her.
Let me go."
He pipes in,
thinking he
runs the show.

Now she's back,
I can't refuse.
She tells me
what to do.

I point it at
his forehead,
he shuts his eyes.
I can't do this.
I'm in disguise.

The gun goes off
aiming for his groin.
Little meat exploding
like fresh tenderloin.

Bloody handfuls!
He's been
dismembered.
To my demon,
I surrendered.