Grasping onto the person’s throat
Choking the very life out of them
A smile cross’s this  face of mine
Their very last breath of air escapes

As the grip dissipates, it fades
Taking the knife and continuing
Stabbing over and over again

The blood splatters everywhere
The smile returns with each stab
This feeling of joy is indescribably

Pity on those that will never know
This feeling of not pain but, joy
Squeezing the last breath out

Constantly  called insane but,
Am merely misunderstood by all
Being born into a world of pain
Always tormented without reason

Beaten, bruised, and bloodied
No remorse was given, why though
Why is everyone else treated different

Suffering is known quite well
The military cause’s it and it’s okay
But, when people like I cause it,

We get locked up for life
Tortured even more by these people
And we’re the ones called monsters
(Ghost9er)