Darkness consumes me now,
Clouding my feeble sight.
In blind rage I issue forth,
Into this moonless night.
I know not who I am,
My body but a shell.
My victim's tortured screams,
Bring me my only joy.

A violent game I play,
With this human scum.
Men, women, and children too,
Become now but my trembling prey.
Bathed in their glistening blood,
Soaked to my very core,
E'en after so much bloodshed,
I can not help but thirst for more.

Their whimpering,
So hopeless,
It makes me truly sick.
Hands and legs,
Bound tightly.
Held in this ransacked church.
While dissecting,
These bodies,
I find the face of my own bride.
And without,
Hesitation,
I make my fatal choice.

Regret now thrusts its claws,
Into my decrepit spleen –
A perfect exhibition,
Of my human frailty.
And twisting ever deeper,
They bore a sickening hole.
Fountains of blood do spray forth,
Onto this once so hallowed floor.

In rapture I close my eyes,
Kneeling before my sacrifice.
With arms and veins opened wide,
I hope to burn this wasted soul away.

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