Another day,

Another life,

I would say

To myself

As I grabbed my knife.

The people I kill,

They’re human trash,

If you will.

In a way,

I guess you could say

I’m doing the world a favor.

Taking out the trash

On a grand scale.

But after all I’ve done,

One question plagues my mind,

The answer to which

I seek to find.

The question is…

When does a man become a monster?