By Jonathan Reid


My eyes as black and cold as coal                
death and destruction, my only goal.             
I see you, you're doing well                     
Fuck you man, go to hell!                        
                                                 
I draw the blade and start to grin               
your chances of survival, getting slim.          
It enters your heart, now you die.               
You're in hell now, you burn, you fry!           
                                                 
I remove the blade and dry the blood,            
like the rest of you, nothing but crud.          
I start to think and ponder                      
then begin to wonder.                            
Was your death a worthy sacrifice?               
Will it be accepted, is it suffice?              
                                                 
I looked around to see who's here,               
Nobody is, there's nothing to fear               
I turn around and went to run,                   
a police man there, "Having fun?"                
I gasped in surprise,                            
he met his demise.                               
                                                 
I looked at his corpse                           
and felt no remorse.                             
He came in my way                                
so he had to pay.                                
Death was his only toll,                         
murder, I'm on a roll.                           
                                                 
I had to run, I had to flee.                     
If I stayed here, they'd capture me.             
I left the scene, home is where I went           
my entire life was there, to an extent.          
Nobody was home,                                 
I'm all alone.                                   
I took a shower later that hour,                 
I thought of graves and a dozen flowers.         
                                                 
I hid my blade where I always do                 
the day is over, now I'm through.                
I was tired of running and hiding,               
most people now were dying or crying.            
Later that night I went to sleep;                
I was tired, drained, and weak.                  
                                                 
I woke up that morning to watch the news,        
two murders they had, but not a damn clue.       
I got my blade from where it hid,                
I will murder again, God forbid.                 
I walked down the street and what did I see?     
Two cops were coming and approaching me.         
                                                 
I let them come, I kept my cool;                 
I let them talk, I was no fool.                  
They asked if I had seen the crime,              
I told them that I didn't have time.             
Apologizing, I walked away                       
They kept asking, but I didn't sway.             
                                                 
"I have something to do, I can't talk today"     
They said "Just a few questions, but that's okay"
I turned away and walked for town                
without a smile nor a frown.                     
                                                 
Another victim, number three                     
I saw him sitting under a pine tree.             
I started walking, but soon I ran,               
my reign of terror has began.                    
I stabbed his chest, he let out a cry;           
I flickered around, "Now you die!"               
His blood poured out, his soul escaped.          
I can't help what I do, it feels great.          
                                                 
Once again I dried the blade                     
that the victims fail to evade.                  
I couldn't help it, I laughed with delight.      
All these victims, I expected a fight.           
I walked away casually,                          
the best way to flee.                            
                                                 
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.                 
I know the law, I should abide.                  
I realize now what I've done,                    
it's completely useless to run.                  
I look around, take a glance.                    
Who am I?  Defiance.