i hear the screams at night,
the fear of a thousand shatters my spine,
i feel the warmth on my hands,
i feel the blood running freely,

haha, the blood, yes the blood,
the warm trickle across my lips,
the screams of my victim muffled by my gun,
i feel their body girate in pain,

i take this knife, blood from a hundred,
i dig it deep into the abdomen, they try,
they cant, hahah, i drag it from side to side, in one fluent action,
the blood spills forth like an unholy fountain,

i revel in its beauty for a second,
before removing the gun from thier mouth
i want to hear them scream, beg for thier life,
i taste the warm iorn, the metallic taste

in a second, a beautiful second, a pint of blood is down my front,
my grissly trophy, my bloodlust, i reach in and pull on intestines,
i make them experience everything they made me feel,
only ... in a more literal sence

i watch the agony on thier face as i tear thier guts,
the pain as i pull out thier splean i revel in it
and for an orgasmic moment both victim and i are one,

drenched in rich blood, and coverd in inards,
i crawl on top of the corpse, now still and lifeless,
and i stare into its eyes, void of emotions, void of feeling,
i stare into the deep abyss of what was once a young woman,

the final part of my ritual is now, here,
taking the gun, i shoot her in the head,
not to end pain, or to end misery,
but to stop those souless eyes crying out to me,

it doesnt work as well as it did,
as i sleep sound in my bed, next to my wife,
and across the hall from my 3 children, i look in the mirror and see eyes,
staring, forever staring straight at me.