Goodness is dead

I found in me the courage to hold a gun:

All my fears replaced by the pleasure of hunt when you run.

The fun of torturing the innocent.

Since every one of you just keeps claiming that to be true and it's okay because I agree with you so,

I take pride in telling you, your innocence will learn all the different shades of green your skin can turn.

When I hold your neck so tight but no one will make any noise, no one will bat an eye.

Same people who whispered in your ear and giggled,

You will observe them looking at you with fear, with no regard to the pain you feel, in the hopes that I will spare them if they freeze.

You will notice that they were never real, if you cut them they will not bleed.

They are just that empty.

My only regret left will be you not around to see me inflict on them the same pain you feel because you are all one in different bodies.

Once your soul leaves your body,

I will feel at peace,

One of my targets achieved.