I feel it coming on again, <br />chills my skin like freezing wind. <br />Lusting for the taste of blood, <br />rushing on just like a flood. <br />Should I take the man in hat, <br />who in his gluttony has gotten fat? <br />Shall it be the man of greed, <br />whom with his cash looks down on me? <br />Maybe I wont spare the whore, <br />whom cant be pleased and wants for more. <br />But wait... <br />I know a man who just wont go, <br />even if you beg him so. <br />Maybe I'll just kill him slow, <br />Send to GOD his lazy soul. <br />And then there is the pretty girl, <br />with brightest eyes and little curls. <br />Who thinks everyone in this whole world, <br />is ugly next to her. <br />Seems Ive plenty left to choose, <br />they all deserve to me to lose. <br />I know that I shall set them free, <br />but where to start my killing spree?<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-spree/
