Psychopath

I tied her hands back
to a leg of a heavy wooden table,
placed a gag over her mouth,
chopped her hair
with a huge garden scissors.
Tears rolled down her cheek,
crooked smile appeared across my face.

The night was motionless,
The cellar smelled musty,
Crickets sang nearby,
Wolves howled deep in the woods.

My eyes got tired
She was lying motionless
I picket the chainsaw and
moved near her
Made the rent on her belly
the guts rolled out,
My wild dog
ran to lick the insides
She closed her eyes
I started for the woods.

Yes I am a psychopath.