I stand above looking down

To murder is a desire,
holding life n ones hand's.

Flesh opening to reveal their soles,
as blood gushes from the puncher,
the feeling so grand,
my mind set free,
the sorrow thats left,
pain flows like the sea.

So come to me,
beg for your life,
which is seldom granted.

I stand above looking down,
your pitiful cry's,
ha, ha, ha,
nobody hears,
so why scream?
is it because of your fears?
i want you to scream louder,
it helps me get off,
to kill in silence is a shame.

Your dead,
sole now gone,
i sit back and relax,
admiring my Grand work,
but not for long,
i must go,
as i wash the blood from my hands,
i smirk as my jobs now done.