Murderer

The mountain of truth,
Shadowed by the mountain of lies.
Hear the sorrow,
The screams and the painful cries,
Those of the haunted,
And those of the dead,
Are no competition,
To those we all dread.
Those that murder,
And those that kill,
Those that with every death,
Get an exiting thrill.
Once those criminals have had that taste,
There's no keeping track.
They come back for more,
And there's no turning back.