In My Eyes Poem by Nick Fay

I act nice to disguise and mask surprise,
of the fact i derive crime from my deprived state of mind,
defined by the blade i apply,
i roam the streets at night prone to carry knives,
i act in haste i would waste no time erasing the life,
of a passer-by, givin me the evil-eye either girl or guy,
i advise ya divert your sight if you prefer to survive any encounter that you have with me,
deceased if our eyes happen to meet,
greet me i guarantee i’ll see you bleed for my appeasement,
i’m a beast unleashed if you need a reason as to why im so impulsively violent,
i am a monster, a tyrant festering dreams of screams in uncomfortable silence,
evil's my guidance, unfazed by flashing lights and police sirens,
mental case i should reside in asylums,
i’ve always been the same, nasty nick the name,
i participate take part in heinous games,
cant wait or refrain, i’ve tried but i can’t tame my rage,
chains or a cage can’t handle, i have no restraint,
if you’re up in my face unlucky for you wrong time wrong place, look away or i’ll give chase,
bay for blood, - nah i crave the taste,
the way i behave is misplaced hate with knife in palm deranged,
i have no qualms to extend my arm when you’re in range
and cause you more than pain my aim to see you slain when i attack, fight back offer me resistance,
i gauge the distance and in an instant persistently hack at your internal systems,
no indecision, crimson's my vision when i make clinical incisions like a surgeon,
a ripper version turned insurgent but me and Jack are a different person,
he killed sex workers whereas i just like to murder