Killing for a thrill

I kill

For a wicked thrill

I do it because it is my will

I do it because I can

I do it because my soul demands

I do it because of the blood already on my hands

The flood of fear

Is always near

But such a feeling

Is to appealing

To take a life

And you use my knife

To take them down

And feel so right

And watch such a beautiful site

I love to kill

Because of the evil thrill 

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Nice one, although pretty disturbing. I like the concept of this poem. It's as if it's taken from one of the pages of a serial killer's diary. I also like the way you played with the words, and the way they rhymed. You've made a good job in describing the feeling. Good Job. May I just suggest to maybe make the font size bigger? It's just a suggestion.

Keep Writing. ^___^