To reach into his demented mind.. To see what he sees.. Through his souless eyes .. To hear how he felt.. As he watched a life end.. The power.. The glory.. He feels in his hands. To kill.. To torture.. The hunt The game He thinks he is now the god.. As his victim screams his name.. God help me.. Help me please.. He smiles.. He thinks to himself HE is  the God that she needs  The mind of the insane.. Once the crime is done.. There is no turning back.. He know this.. Loves this.. Fun little fact.. His actions have killed many.. Not just the victims that he has killed.. He knows HE controls.. How otheres feel.. Through eyes of hate.. Parents.. Family.. This keeps him awake.. Dreaming of their misery.. In glorious detail.. The mind of evil.. I have seen it.. I know it.. Lived with it.. They fear nothing.. They come from hell.. .. They welcome fire .. They thrive blossom.. on all pain.. This I know.. I know it well.. For I have seen this evil.. In my house it once did dwell.