Analysis of Murder

Countless screams that very night,
But this time I wasn't the one, Groaning and moaning,
But this time not of pleasure,
Blood dripping,
But this time, It wasn't mine.
Satisfaction spread abroad,
But this time I had my measure.

That little girl, that little child, The one you messed up for several years,
And derived pleasure with all your might,
Now has your life in her hands,
I would kill you a thousand times,
If I got the chance,
It's so sad, you only live once!

On this very night, You are mine,
I'd take a pound of flesh for every night,
To your cry, I will turn a deaf ear,
I'd send you to whoever made you,
I'd do so without fear.
To the upper chamber, my hand went,
The dagger in my hand, oh how you wept!
Deep into your heart,
The dagger went,
The look on your face,
Yes, your last!
My hand is stained,
So was my white.
My innocence you took,
Your life now mine,
How does it feel?
Deadening!  

Rest on, dearest tormentor!
Now I'm a monster,
You were my mentor,
Fight your fears!
Well, I killed mine.
Call me a murderer,
I'm not bothered,
Alas, he doesn't breathe any longer.