you are redundant

– I see you when I look in the mirror with a razor in my hand– I hear your voice when I shout – I feel your presence when I kill the lights – The taste of victory is sweet when I think of all the Satin Strangler has accomplished – But then I smell your putrid arrogance when I turn on the television or the radio or the internet and see you in her place – You are not the Satin Strangler – You are Destiny Blande – You are redundant in this world – And you will soon leave it –