Psycho

I wander the streets on the darkest of nights,

Searching, waiting, watching,

Target sighted,

Walking over,

Charm masks over my insanity,

Behind my back is trickery,

Clutching the bludgeon I raise it up high and strike,

Crimson red oozes from the crevasses between my fingers,

Task is completed,

On the darkest of nights I have let my animal out,

I have enjoyed every moment of it,

I have fulfilled my passion.