I feel it coming on again,
chills my skin like freezing wind.
Lusting for the taste of blood,
rushing on just like a flood.
Should I take the man in hat,
who in his gluttony has gotten fat?
Shall it be the man of greed,
whom with his cash looks down on me?
Maybe I wont spare the whore,
whom cant be pleased and wants for more.
But wait...
I know a man who just wont go,
even if you beg him so.
Maybe I'll just kill him slow,
Send to GOD his lazy soul.
And then there is the pretty girl,
with brightest eyes and little curls.
Who thinks everyone in this whole world,
is ugly next to her.
Seems Ive plenty left to choose,
they all deserve to me to lose.
I know that I shall set them free,
but where to start my killing spree?
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-spree/
