The Killing Instinct

This urge you get,
The purge, you sweat...
brings out the smell of shameful hell,

We all have the instinct to ****,
We choose not to in this world of will,

If somebody you hated,
Mentally displaced,
and darkly fated,
was beating you down,
the killing instinct tells you,
shove their heads in the toilet and let them drown,

You smile and you laugh,
You cry in your bath,
with a real frown, and a horned crown,

Yet after death this world proceeds,
and the families affected by death,
fall to their knees, weeps,

You die and they cry,
but in the end your soul will fly,
find another body to fit....
and it carries on...
This, Killing Instinct.

By Larna Kira Kourtis
Aged 14
Peace<3~