The Punisher's Mind

I've committed murder.
My trigger finger the one too remember.
The faces blast past me.
My bullets begging to be free.
I can hear them scream.
And this sin is no dream.
I can see them begging.
Some hiding the fear.
Loss of years.
And some crying those damn tears.
Crying like pathetic fools.
When I use my steel tool.
The chamber loaded and ready.
I kept my hand steady.
They were on their knees.
And I spun the barrel, what a tease.
Slowly pulling.
The noising echoing.
I added more then I should.
But I would have had more fun if I could.
Some put up a brave font.
Like I wont.
But in the end.
I wasn't the one to bend.
Some wonder and ask why?
Why do I let them die?
Cause its fun.
And I've just begun.
I'm not one to the swords.
The heartless in my words.
But the gun is much better.
Then a hateful letter.
I close my eyes.
I spin around.
And to my surprise.
Someone's on the ground.
The blood leaks.
I'm not the meek.
They were the weak.
Its not done from the insane.
Not because I feel the pain.
Its something I need.
Very much indeed.
Like a drug.
Sending people to the morgue.
And I wont more.
I know its wrong to kill.
But its a fucking thrill.
I can kill you with a knife.
And fuck your wife.
I can use my hand.
And slaughter your husband.
But that's not me.
Just aint in me.
But those I kill, are the ones that need to die.
No one will cry.
They wont be missed.
No last kiss.
They are the drug dealers.
The gang bangers.
The rapists.
The meanest.
The evil in society.
The shame of the family.
Are jails over packed.
They'd stab you in the back.
So why care for them?
Why not kill them?
Could I be a cop?
It don’t matter, I’m ready to pop.
I've taken lives in my past.
And it was blast.
But this will the be the most pleasure.
God has given me this treasure.
So hate me if you wish.
Treat me like trash.
Beat me in a flash.
But I've done what you could not.
What you would not.
For I'm the father.
The mother.
The brother.
The sister.
The daughter.
And the son.
And all those that will never see the beautiful day.
For I've lost all this.
Look away.
So don't bother.
And hide in the dark.
When you hear the angry bark.
For what I have begun.
I shall finish.
When its all said and done.
And there is no more fear or worries.
You'll be thanking me.
But I don't care.
For I'll never be free.
These killings have consumed my life.
When they took my wife.
So now I hunt those.
Those that took my wife and those that took others lives.
Fucking poor souls.
Hunted by the law.
But they never saw.
What clear eyes can see.
The need to be me.
But its okay.
It's almost over.
I've got two things to say.
After this body.
I still can't close the door.
There will always be more.
And the second thing I've got to say.
Is that I live in the dark.
And evil is my mark.
So run and hide.
I'll skin you alive.
You'll fucking scream my name.
In this fucking reckoning game.
And please don't bother.
No need for help.
For I'm the Punisher.
And you're dead.