Madness overwhelming
Excruciating pain
My brain aches for release

I will suffer until I kill

Weapons have been gathered

Now I seek my prey
Senses heightened as I stalk


Distorted means of pleasure
Taking human life
Uncontrolled obsession

Murder is my vice

Aberrant compulsions

Kill for peace of mind
My consuming passion
Murderous appetite


Ferociously attacking
Stabbing all I see

Blood is spraying on my face
Hands are punctured in defense


Brutally dismembered
Parts are growing cold
A natural high achieved by death


Perverted and twisted
Bizarre thoughts are my norm

It is my nature to murder
If I stop I know I will die