| I come to my senses, covered in blood, the smell of burnt flesh lingering in the air. I cannot help but stand, look into the foggy mirror, wipe a hand across its surface and stare. Looking over an image of a man broken, and doused in red, without a wound to be found, I look to, fro and all around, to find on the concrete floor a slain body torn apart. I hear that evil voice inside my head, yet again. Asking of me to kill, the psycho you've met before, is pulling my mind into mystical images filled with gore, feeding me ideas of murder, and raping of whores. To feed this creature that lives in the catacombs of my mind, or to seek out, another way, to try live, to hope, to find. To fail, and kill again. Iv become the King of rape, murder, mutilation, without a word, I just black out, fighting off the feeling inside, in my dreams, but awakening to find, it is a losing battle, a criminal uncaught, because he lives inside of ME! for I know even as I walk past the crime scene, the culprit they shall never see! |
