The murderous mind

Within a homicidal murder

Everyone’s a suspect

Whoever had a motive

Of jealousy, envy, and deceit

Everyone can do the unforgettable deed.

 

The soul...

Such a precious thing

We hardly even notice

That it lies within

Until it is threatened

By a knife, gun, and syringe

 

The murderous mind

Shall it come from birth

Or shall it come through time

Even from a taunted little twerp

Sometimes it’s revealed

Or hidden away like a secret

Soon to come out

Come out to play... 

 

Screaming shall not phrase them

Begging will make them not budge

Victims sometimes known

Victims sometimes chosen

And some just grabbed at random or for fun.

Never does it seem unfair

To the tainted murderous mind

Even with their victims asking them “why?”

 

The mind is always ticking

Of torture, tease, and time

Torture with so many things

Always to hear their victims cry

Tease with an insane smile across their face

Time is of the essence

Time of when the soul

Must leave…

Say goodbye

 

So when the deed is done

A powerful force does arrive

To know that they took a life, a soul declines

Never do they really think that they will be caught

But yet with one murder, they have a thirst for more

Some however do get caught, handcuff their torture

Some look innocent, with faces of everyday life

Some look so evil, teased for their murderous minds

Then time becomes the essence, behind bars they spend their life

Slowly their souls are being ripped away

From life in prison, electrocution, or syringe of liquid death inside.