Killer

I look in your eyes,

and I feel no remorse,

as I lift the knife,

and let death take it's course.

I look at the blood,

pouring from your chest,

I feel a little something,

pity, at the best.

I look at myself,

and I see a killer,

but I still feel empty,

deaths are just a filler.

I see not a life in you,

but a pawn,

for my own little games,

and to me you are drawn.

Your blood spilling over,

makes me smile a bit,

but to this fake smile,

I'll never commit.

I feel nothing,

just a numb void,

filled with the deaths,

of so many lives destroyed.

I'm a horrible person,

this I know.

Do I feel bad?

No.