| Demented, and never have I repented. Just a walking anti-christ, invading this life. I think I'll do myself a favor, open my skin with a knife. I'm sitting here, propped up, relaxed, watching this video flicker in front of me. I can't help I find this entertaining, bitches masturbating frantically. I stalk the night, thinking of body art to make, and by that I mean. Pile severed limbs, pain them into a picture. You may think its sick, think its strange, but I thought I already told you. I'm deranged. Meet me, the madman, mastering the art of holding the world in my hand. Dreaming in the moonlight of re-arranging faces and torso's with a razor blade. Then I could, take a seat, and gaze upon all the beautiful things I made. I thank God for death, and murder. I thank him for the night, and the lack of color in a cadaver. I'm insane, and living is all my pain. I know I'll never get her cum and blood out of my sheets, what a lovely stain. Such a shocked expression I see on your face, guess I should have warned you just incase, you stumbled across the psycho and his place. Come along with me kiddies, join the circus freak show, we can enjoy the obscene and watch the graveyard grow. We can take a forbidden peak at the bloody pussy that leaks, just so you can get a taste, and let your tongue tingle, as the sin creeps. |
