The shirt he wore was splattered with gore,
His shoes were soaked in blood.
He couldn't carry the burden he wore
So he killed her just for fun.

But now every time he looks around
He sees her face, a haunting.
He wants to be a better person now
Cause he finds this hobby daunting.

He's murdered many but with each new ****
He is more overcome with fear.
This thing he once thought was a thrill
He can now barely stand to hear.

He tried to get away from it all
But he couldn't flee its presence.
And as he made his way down the hall
Someone erased his very existence.