no stealing my poem

I lay by the river stained in blood red,
evil thoughts appear in my head,
I grin at the soon to be mangled corpses of the dead,
my anger erupts,
violent and abrupt, 

I pull out my gun,
they scream and run,
I laugh as I shoot them down one by one, 

he begs on his knees trembles and cries,
I feel no empathy I want him to die,
his eyes widen as I unsheathe my knife,
he stares in horror he know's in strife,
I cut his neck open into a big red grin,
I am the evilest of all the sins, 

I have completely lost control
just another tortured soul
I burn all the rest that remain
I love it, I love it
I'm so ****ing insane 

I chuckle at the misery and pain,
I watch curiously their melting skin,
I've let out the demon within,
he lets out a mighty roar, 

there's not enough blood he needs much more,
I sink my hammer into one of their heads,
a sickening crunch his head snaps, dead
I keep pounding and pounding till metal meets bone,
I'm so lost and misguided left all alone, 

I get on my knees and I cry tears of blood,
so this is what I have become?
I pull out my gun and place it on my head,
for a split second I feel extreme pain from the white hot lead,
I fall forward adding to the river of red,
just another lifeless body to add to the dead.