Devil May Care

At first he blamed the devil, then he blamed god during the confession of his crime. He just sat there with a blank expression on his face. He never quite realized that that bewildered ecstasy in that maniacal frenzied attack was himself losing sight of everything. Losing grip, loss of control, he was at his end; burnt up. This cold, dark sense of loss took over, and he felt no responsibility whatsoever. Stuck within a vicious cycle that only sees death, decay and disorder he thought but one thing: The killing will not stop. Ever.