The power running through my veins
Reminds my physical being to refrain
Running on empty is my mind
Evil thoughts not really mine
Where they come from know not I
I react to them with but a sigh
Mayhem and murder I fear not
I enjoy the feeling quite a lot
I question the deeds with my empty head
Somehow the question ends up dead
Power wells up in my body untrained
Like a Pit Bull on a long bloody chain
The kill of victory is but a crime
It makes me vicious
In its furtive design.
John Shea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kill-of-victory/
