The Life of A Murderer

As I sit here with the trophy from my last brutal kill
I think back on how I started this career I now fulfill
The memories of my past are of neglect, abuse and pain
But they’ve made me who I am from the strength that I now gain

I was raised amid abuse, a child of hatred born
My father never loved me, my mother full of scorn
Her boyfriends were abusive but she didn’t seem to care
As my brother and I cried out, she was often never there
All those nights of fear, of crying myself to sleep
But no one ever heard me or knew my pain so deep
So I became a killer as a way to ease this rage
A sadist natural born, I evolved throughout each stage

At first it was my brother in whom I tried to burn
But my mother caught me out, a harsh lesson I had to learn
Then later I tortured animals just to watch them die
And pulled the wings off tiny insects so they could never fly
I killed cats and dogs and birds, I would beat them in the head
And stab them with my knife or starve them till they’re dead

I was seeking larger prey as my desire to kill grew strong
And thoughts of human murder filled my head from that point on
My family were the first of the murders that I planned
But I knew I'd be a suspect and in a prison cell I'd land
My hatred grew to rage and as this murder became a need
I started hunting random prey to kill and watch them bleed

My first kill was very exciting but also scary too
I had nightmares for a week, I think I shit the whole week through
For awhile paranoia tends to set into your head
But it eventually disappears replaced by fantasies instead
It can be tormenting when you want to kill so bad
That your wants become a NEED for the prey you wish you had

The life of a serial killer is not the easiest one to make
With the danger that's involved and the risks you have to take
But it is worth the hunt and the rush from each killed prey
And you feel that God-like power as the rage just drains away
It's a temporary feeling that never seems to last
And the need to kill again becomes a hunger pretty fast

I do not feel remorse for all the people I have slain
They were nothing more than objects in a deadly little game
Nor do I feel regret for all those lives that I have taken
I am a psycho and a sadist and that is not to be mistaken

One day my career will end in either capture or in Hell
And I’ll be eventually put to death or made to live in a tiny cell
But until that day arrives I’ll be sure to keep the thrill
Of this hunger for the hunt and the excitement of the kill

This is the life of a murderer and it's the only one I know
So, you can be sure if they ever catch me I'll put on a damn good show!