mentalities

A symphony of pain guts busting, bones snapping; blood dripping ....pitter, pater pitter ,patter....loose heads on a platter... they were all warned but they still did it anyway....blood on the floor their bloods on the walls a painting with the same price value of Mona Lisa but done with sinful sheded blood... the flesh left on the bodies was gnarled and mostly up lifted from the bone.... he was born to this world a secret demon now his deeds and sins r now known....shown to those who threaten him as a warning of his true inner demon...to hold in the real him was a true hassle... cuz inside his soul was were it began to build its castle...this secret he had, this secret he soon released but who knew it was this secret of his that would cost more pain than he can keep. so he did it again to let it all seep out of his body.....as he performed his actions his mind was just as blank as a new piece of paper...his hate released a twisted fate upon a whole entire nation...blood everywhere as he's left sitting in his mind constantly pacing trying to figure whose next why and how...he's got a check list of people that wronged him and the numbers of the people on it keep going down...one in a river ,two in a sea ,three were in a castle, he slaughtered the rest free handed the massacre of the first utopia he was going down in history as his victims went down way below the ground...the sounds he loved them so much he hated it most when their screams he had to snuff hush hush he told them as they died...he whispered in their ears as they cried he took out their eyes and told them in their ears ull soon be lifted to the sky.....why does e do this where does this pain he holds so great come from....was he bitten by a snake held at gun point by a gun..no he was born this way he was abandoned left alone to have no place to call a home deeply scared this boy so much he dreamed of the night he would cut slice murder gash unclothe his first victim...such a sweet dream he smiled to show his teeth his joy flowed over..it busted out of the seams...so he stood there wondering watching feeling amazed as he thought of his life as being an act and this blood his stage this was his show this right here was his time he laughed when he murdered as they all groaned and sighed and when he finished with them he'd finally whisper into their soul-less corps 
WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE 
The blood on his hands had dripped where he stood the smell in the air of death to him smelt excellent it all felt good
Welcome to the dark side its where this killer thrives the murderer of the first Utopia that's what they him the call him left handed Waldo cuz he was never found he's the crimson serial killer that's always blood bound