'When you first kill someone, it's like breaking the ice It's an obstacle in the beginning, but after that.. .. it's nothing.'
People are like maggots Small, blind and worthless
Mary Ellen Jones, of immaculate skin and fragile bones Unbroken, tight and clean (and shy of sixteen..) Note well the year is nineteen seventy-three And in summate, this righteous fortune, 'Vidi, Vici, Veni..'
Whilst Dahmer court' depravity Manson's brood and Gacy's violent sexuality Mine is calm necessity, for needs unmet and social anxieties Balanced blood, and nature coursed toward it
Though not as easily bound Nor hidden from the waking sight Of post-ejaculate catharsis The gravity of my actions has finally sought me
The trance-like state of passion Now forever broken, and the flood of realisation for transgressions at the night before Rushed to my senses With the weight of a concrete hammer Shattering completely the chrysalis around me
Within the chamber A whimpering child, tied And with dark mascara smeared across her porcelain features Faith pulverised by the night's atrocities Begged an end to my advance
And without A prostrate boy, denied the dawn And soaked cold through with hues of blood and rage Day's light forever now beyond sensation Sought paradise foregone, away
An emptiness far greater than any felt before, arrived And defined a catalyst for this panorama of destruction Draining all joy from those things I had done
.. at this, the veil was lifted And euphoria gave ground completely to evocation Mary cried maternal.. As salvation lay farther than ever from my graspTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
