killing him was not so fine

Killing him was not so fine
He was a good frnd of mine
I could not see him suffer
And its not that is makes me tougher
I don’t like to share pain
And that’s how I explain

Many more I have to kill
Therefore living still
Many more still alive
Living a miserable life
One more reason on which killing is based
Is the blood’s taste
Don’t worry soon he will be replaced
Talking about anything else is a waste

They call me a killer
But I cannot see the pain
After I cut his hand to taste the refreshing bloody rain
Therefore I killed him
I also hate the lights here, so dim
I had to cut seven times to get the right vein
That’s needed to minimize the pain

Now pain flooding from my own life
It’s hard to survive
Can you now feel the pain in your head?
By the time I will die you too will be dead
Your life too is in pain
Since you are my frnd I am killing you without any gain