Twisted Mind

Short poem about what probably would go through the mind of a serial killer. Comments are appreciated!

I see them running
Smell their fear
When they hide
Their breath I hear

They can't escape
They cannot run
I cannot stop
It's too much fun

I hear their pleas
I do not care
I slash, and hack
I'm at the fair!

I pluck their eyes
Smash their head
Stab their heart
I think they're dead

I close my eyes
Count my sins
And tomorrow
I'll do it again