The Path of Wrath.

I've struck many people,
That you can see.
i hit them like a bomb;
Never letting them be.

They strike their loved ones;
I laugh out of joy.
I know where they'll go.
For they are my toys.

I see them strike out,
Murder, Plot...
Its a wonderful gift;
To be the one never caught.

I've seen the bloody messes;
I leave behind.
The terrible red veil;
That makes them blind.

The best part I think,
Is when they see what they've done.
To see their reactions,
When holding that knife or gun.

When I leave;
The veil is lifted.
They see what they did;
The lives they've shifted.

And then they too,
Put the gun to their head.
They know they won't stop;
Till their finally dead.

This is when I look for another,
Victim to control;
Someone to poison,
Because it's just another soul.