The grime and muck slip down the drain as my cool breath leaves restrain.

I did well today, I did him proud, my actions I will scream aloud.

For his crimes he deserved to die, at least that’s the way it’s seen by I.

My reflection catches the joy in my eye as the swirling water slips down the plug, all the grime and muck and thick black blood washed away down the drain, as it leaves I am refreshed, cleansed, ready to kill again.