do
you think it's easy being me
I've
no special powers
I'm
no super hero
actually
I'm
a sick minded serial killer
which
takes discipline
commitment
patience
determination
physical
stamina
and
a distaste for people in general
it's
nothing like television
where
they snap the neck
with
just a little twist
or
cut the jugular
with
the slightest of ease
but
to shoot someone in the head
that's
psychological
Bang!
pulling
the trigger's a breeze
in
reality
death
is messy
all
blood, shit and piss
that's
what people leave behind
their
last parting gift
surprisingly
they seldom scream
maybe
too terrified or petrified
their
voices lost on the tongue
suddenly
they can't speak
it
happens to both
the
old and the young
I
like to tie some with rope
I
put some in chains
while
others I don't bother
depends
if I'm tired
or
ready to play
it
tickles my insides
seeing
the fear in their eyes
as
they look around the room
at
all my wonderful instruments
some
I'll use to remove their skin
as
I send them to their doom
yes
there's
blood on my hands
I
smell it in the air
it
attracts my usual guest
the
incarnation known as Death
and
he's famished
follows
the flies
to
a banquet of flesh
that's
just a part of a routine night
I
also stalk the shadows
and
let lose nightmares
to
me it seems normal
feels
right
no
I'm
no super hero
I
have no special powers
just
this shit eating grin
and
an evil within
so
answer me please
think
it's easy being me
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by Patrick B Vince
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