The Murder

You just couldn't take it: the laughter, the innocence, or their carefree nature... And your rage grew greater; oh what sorrow you would make begin! You'd always wanted more than what could be given, and the demon clawed its way out from within. Seeing the blood that day, coat the grass with dark red... In your eyes grew a lust that just couldn't be composed for any sense, and to take advantage of what was lost... Now, that was a definite must. Black-hearted, your feelings sting like acid as you tear away the lives of the others, and innocence. You wrack it, demolish, mutilate and leave no merciless acts behind. Such disgust you must have seen in just the way that they smiled, and you had to have it. Cut away youth, silence the laughter and let the life drain down.... You ravish in the sweet, rotting scent of decay, and you shudder from the light of any set day. You took their lives without remorse, not a thought saved. Nowas you look back onto that day, you smirk at something again and you've gotten away.