The Deed

I feel the urges, oh way too often,
My mind tells me that I should commit it,
Maybe to some it is a violent act...
Unlawful - but it needs to be done.
I can feel the adrenaline rushing,
My heart pounding deep within my chest,
Every ounce of my being telling me:
"Do it, I know you want to, I dare you."
The day is beautiful like my dagger,
And bloody, muddy, fingernails,
The blade will soon discover the victim.
My hair is whipped and I see the trees move,
I am part of Nature, my own Goddess.
And the Earth bows before me, I am life
And He will haunt you in your painful death
Because my dear Devil needs an Angel.
Your bruises will be black, lost like my soul...
Your bruises will be black, like my lost soul.
You do not understand what will happen,
But you will have learnt not to anger me.