Obsessed, I watch your every step
entranced by what comes next
when the feeling overwhelms I put my hands around your neck
you try to scream out loud, to cry for help
if only you could know your future hell

Dying, never coming back
Falling to my slash and hack
police are baffled by a wave of murder
Dying, never coming back
Atrocities by way of axe
imminent mutilation grips a town in terror

Throw the victim on my throne
a sack of bile blood and bone
the site where victims are kept
the room where final cries are wept

Frantic populations, cases go unclosed
precincts work overtime, my whereabouts remain unknown
task forces assemble to grasp at desperate leads
I smirk at their incompetence, another body comes with me

"A picture you won't ever forget...
because it touches the full spectrum of the bizzarre. the forbidden. the tight areas of a life destined to be spent in the shadow of agony"

In my home
to the cellar we will go
to my throne of blood and bone
we are surrounded but alone

I lay the victim on my bloody throne in my home
I watch and kill the victim, all alone. in my home

"The only ones left to mourn. the last witnesses to the execution. Suspended in time by a puppeteer with blood on his hands. Little broken dolls that go on dancing... after the music has stopped."

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