No Catharsis

  

Though I am barely seventeen

I once killed a man in cold blood 

And the sense of power I felt

Was like a drug coursing through my veins 

Adrenaline was my motive

 

His eyes rolled back in his head 

Bloodshot and blank like an oil painting

I still recall the sound of his skull cracking 

As I hit him again and again

Once I started there was no going back 

 

And I felt not sorrow or remorse but joy

And relief that I had silenced him 

That his cruel cold mouth would scream no more

Like an endless shrill whistle

Tarnishing the perfect silence 

 

I got away with it of course, for I was very clever

At hiding the evidence and covering my tracks

Now his is just another 

In an endless parade of missing faces

Doomed never to be seen again 

 

And now I feel a void inside of me

An empty space where a human heart once beat

Now I've killed once its so easy to kill again 

For me there can be no catharsis

I have crossed the line from which few return