Simply psychopathic

At my cousin's funeral,
I saw a man,
His eyes, his nose,
Every part of his body was perfect.
Pleasuring the air with his scent,
Glittering the eyes of everyone he met,
He flung on the couch,
Restless in sorrow,
Looking like pure art,
Like an angel has been sent.
His profound looks,
Have taken my breath away,
The first time I felt true anxiety,
I never dared to communicate.
I felt the urge,
To have him forever,
To corrupt his mind,
And live together.
The ceremony have ended,
And he went away,
My eyes felt empty,
Wanting him to stay.
I looked at my sister,
She was ugly,
Unworthy to live a life,
Hideous enough to be called a mere animal.
I waited,
Waited till the night goes on,
The moon starts shining,
Like a pearl in the sky.
I picked up the knife,
Shining in the moonlight,
Went into my sister's room,
And stabbed her twice.
I felt accomplished,
I felt satisfied,
I felt the pleasure,
I stabbed her multiple times.
I chopped her neck off,
I poked her eyes,
I ripped her apart,
Like a wild butterfly.
The scarlet blood,
Manifesting as red diamonds,
Beauty of the scene,
Was the reincarnation of a cynic mind.
Listening to the sound of dropping blood,
I took a heavy sigh,
Being sure that at her funeral,
He shall come back,
He will come back!
Will he?