Americana

Ever since my brother has popped up.

I've gone a little crazy.

I've become ruthless.

Killing everyone in my sight, whenever I feel like it.

I've become emotionless.

I no longer feel pain.

I undeniably enjoy this power I have.

And that worries me.

Well my father was the same way, and he ended up killing his wife.

These sick thoughts p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e me.

I've become deadly.

I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.