My dear enemies. Everyday shrouded in red, 

Drenched in gore and blood. 

Over the jugular vein lies a deep cut. 

I was positive it hurt. 

In fact, I made sure the only thing they could feel was pain. 

When my eyes gaze upon the sight, 

My body erupts with laughter. 

I long for the looks of others, filled with despair. 

Tears from all flowed like a river filled with heartache. 

On them, I cut and shoot, taking out my anger.

Gliding from one victim to another. 

Leaving pools of depression everywhere I set foot. 

Waiting silently for the rain of revenge. 

When it pours onto my skin, It will be brutal.