I would torture, kill,

so, so many, but it would never be enough.

I would never be completely satisfied.

I’m insatiable, I guess.

I would like to watch peoples reactions when they find them.

The corpses, once so full of life

now drained and beautifully arranged,

my newest piece of art.

Blissfully watch their faces when they realize

that they can’t seem to find me,

for I am not the person one would ever suspect.