Do away.

Just committed a homicide, He...

Fucked up and found out

That he really shouldn't have tried me. 

Don't have a penchant for violence

I'd rather do this quietly...

Maybe a long, thin blade 

Slipped coyly

Between the ribs numbered two and three...

A collapsed lung for you

Is just another fucking day for me. 

Should have kept it to yourself.

Just step aside, and let me be.

But then again, 

I prefer blunt-force trauma.

I don't care for cuts and slices.

I like sprawling bruises. 

No time to scream,

When I swing.

Hammers cause mass contusions. 

Maybe blending the two 

Will cause some mass confusion.

Was it an individual?

Or some daemonic pair?

Unholy union. 

I get so caught up in battle, I don't see what I'm doing.

Maintain the situation,

Incapacitate you, and you, and you, and... 

So many combatants 

Can't tell the faulted from the true and...

So many opinions that I can't filter them, can you?

And...

Just caught a homicide,

And I don't know who I should tell...

I killed my old self off and tossed the body down to fucking hell.

And...

If somehow it claws its way back out,

I'll have a fucking shell

With my name on it, to make sure everything stays just as well.