Suicide Note Of A Homicider

My questions are still unanswered

And some answers are unsaid.

My childhood pleasures were gifts of 'Satan',

And 'Inferno' lies ahead...

In childhood summers I loved to play

Games of bloodshed and headshots.

My screams would tranquilize the darkness within,

They were the gifts that none else got.

Why only me and not my friends,

I often asked the earth

While feet below in the fires of hell,

The mighty Satan smirked!

But that thing never meant much to me

Its seriousness was like a speck.

Doubtful though I kept traveling,

Alone in life's deck.

My mind tore in "Right" and "Wrong",

And the child gradually died

The eternal smile on whose face was,

Apparel of a typhoon inside.

Inferno was the dream of Satan,

He wanted me destroyed!

He brought me gifts from the infinity of nature

Till fifteen years I was toyed.

It's crescendo went weak and weak,

My conscience although tried.

Tried to keep that child away

From Satan's treacherous guide.

As homicides began quenching my wrath,

I found that my world was shaking.

The joys of yesterday's child were

Tomorrow's guilts in making.

One night I was alone in a room

Void of people and thoughts

Trying to summarise my life so far,

And connect the distant dots.

That night I penned my last poem,

The 'step' was hard but right,

To my horror, I saw yards ahead

Two fiery eyes in the night!

Those eyes were I thought I knew

The mighty Satan was back,

He cast the spell of the rebirth of my "Wrong",

While I urged for an attack.

Blitzkrieg! I grabbed the sword,

In a second I slew the head,

And with a deafening scream..... I fell headless,

As the ground bathed in red!

But some questions were still unanswered,

Some answers 'still' unsaid,

My childhood pleasures were Satan's gifts,

And Inferno lay ahead...