Addicted To Murder

A poem that I wrote one day when I was depressed

The bodies in my closet have begun to stink
If only those idiots thought about what they did
I scrub the floor and the blood stains turn pink
I even had to murder a nun

She struggled a little bit but she remained calm
I'll never forget the look on her face
As I pulled the trigger my hand remained in her palm
Her heartbeat began to fade and mine began to pace

The lord will never forgive me for what I've done
I even killed the father, no way to rid this sin
I need to get away, I need to run
Or they'll throw me in jail, It would be the end

I would get the chair and go straight to hell
Before I can go, my closet begs for one more body
This time I know what it wants, It's easy to tell
It wants me to send the girl I love straight to hell