In The Mind Of A Killer

In your wildest of dreams,

Tell me the truth!

Have you ever not wished?

You could smash somebody’s face,

Or chop them to pieces,

Or hit them till you can’t hit no more.

But, you restrain yourself.

You subdue the animal instinct.

Actually, all of us have it within us,

The wild, ruthless, cold animal.

We are bound by society, religion and earthly ties.

Then I wonder what makes a killer?

Are they wired differently or are they not wired at all?

Or does the animal in them grow stronger than the human rational mind,

Or is it that they are a different race?

A race that finds pleasure in ripping the flesh,

The stench of fresh blood upon their hands,

Of gurgling sounds of a slit throat,

Of screams for music when you pull out the nails from the fingers.

You would notice the pleasure in their eyes.

Now, how could I possibly know all this?

I have just cleaned the knives and set them back in the kitchen………………!