The art of the kill

The art of the kill

Jamming the  jugular
Cutting the carteroid
A flash of steel
Oh how much you bleed

A twist of the neck
The snap of the spine
Your body is paralyzed
Your body is dead

Hangings are hilarious
The body flailing about
Drownings are depressing
Lungs losing their air

My knife slips over the bone
Through the meat to your heart
My foot comes down on you
Crushing your skull on the curb

Scientists call it anatomy
Doctors use it to heal
My kind call it a manual
We use it to kill

The innocent see a horror act
The just see a crime to solve
The pious see a soul to save
Our kind see an art show

We kill for greed
We kill for lust
We kill for hate
We kill for fun

It's a state of mind
To take another life
It happens on purpose
It happens by chance

When performing the deed
There's an etiquette to follow
We must respect the dead
We must kill efficiently

Take heed when you give chase
That you may take our lives
But if you take us alive
Be sure to lock us up tight

You can't stop our art show
Our dance among the dead
We are a hydra of society
Two replace the one lost head