the road I walk is my psycho-path long list of victims my endless aftermath an example
you're a girl of fifteen, my profound obssession so innocent, yet guilty, my prized possession so close I can smell her scent, her soul is mine to keep my eyes filled with lust, she belongs to me stay with me forever is my only demand
the beauty of her silk soft skin weaks me from within but I'm powerfull and in control using my spare left hand, I touch her delicate cheek all damped with er frightened tears lying stripped on the bed, her wirsts chained to the headboard and her ankles to the backboard from the ceiling she looks like an X she struggles to be free, I watch and admire, she's my treasure
tied to the bed, I want to torture and see her face
pins, needles, daggers and knives is what I use to stab her thighs now it's time to break her ribs blood flows down from her lips
slit her nipples, this won't halt as i pack them with mounds of salt top them with ice so it will burn se suffers but can't turn
when I leave her fingers without nails flaming crimson bloody trails chills run down your spine as the sensation lingers
her head leans back an she gives in I have comitted yet another sin her eyes roll back and her breath stopped seems sh is dead so my job is fucking done
killing is just an name cold murder is my game hearing her dying screams just like my psychotic dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
