" The Gift of Death"
I quickly tire of hearing you scream,
as I glare at you my eyes beam
soon you do not know but will be dead
and will regret every word you said
as I stab you ,the knife I twist
I will feel the death I have long missed
deep down you know that you deserved it
and I am the one who has reserved it
this gift I give you, I hand you with pleasure
and this memory I will forever treasure.