Jugular

Searching for signs of life
Hunting down the darkness
His bloodied Rambo knife
Honed with precision sharpness

A vigilante disgusted
Covered in flesh and blood
Serving his system of justice
As the serrated teeth cut

The ripping of flesh and skin
Slicing slowly through their necks
Laughing with a devilish grin
Justice for the emotionally wrecked

Cutting through their jugulars
Offering closure and salvation
His dripping knife blood colored
Soaked by a complex motivation

Three minutes of suffering
As he gazes into their eyes
Their tortured voices stuttering
Choking out blood as they die