Its not insanity
Psychopathic ideology
An emotionless vacuum
Of a torturous soul
The repentless desire
Of a pathological lair
Remorseless thoughts
From the depths of hell
The Windows to his soul
Are like bullet holes
The ruthless space
With thoughts of death
An icy stare
People beware
The time for killing is due
He's coming after you
Devoid of guilt and shame
Loves to watch your pain
The adrenaline rush
Of a heartless soul
Psychotic sociopath
Doesn't care about the aftermath
Absent to empathy
With a thirst for blood
The Windows to his soul
Are like bullet holes
The ruthless space
With thoughts of death
An icy stare
People beware
The time for killing is due
He's coming after you
Time For Your Demise
Say your last goodbyes
He won't shed a tear
Feeding on your fear
Taking your last breath
Time to face your death
You cannot hide
From what's behind the killers eyes