PsychedelicBeatjam
I've always felt incomplete.
It scares me, just staring in that mirror clutching my tool.
I kill to feel complete; but how complete am I truly when the feeling disappears after so long?
My first murder, it made me so happy. I stopped the abuse, I was free - I was a complete person that wasn't put down!
...but now?
I'm just a murderer, taking things from peoples lives just because I don't have them. So angry, so sad, so broken...
So incomplete.