It was their desire

I am a killer,
killed before ,
it was their desire,
to be left on the floor

To weak to live,
to Strong to stay,
the devil took them,
but i made him go away

As i look into their eyes,
and to hear their pain,
if you can believe this,
i am totally sane.

The feeling of the snap ,
as their neck breaks,
eyes watch you so close,
so long it takes.

They will thank me,
and wish me the sky,
as i turn them to angels,
they grow wings to fly