The auro of death surrounds my ticking
Mind forcing my thoughts to be anything
But kind and making me violently sick and
Diseased i am plagued with a burning
Agony fantasies about insides that i shall
Slowly burn and all the stomachs the blood
Will turn and all the bones i shall break
And the flesh i plan to take slicing
Through innards,i can almost feel the pain
If i weren't so so cold,so caloous and crazed
Your flesh i lust,your flesh i desire you
My friends are my lost empire and all the
Blood that could from sea
I grin at you so wickedly this life, i have
Slowly taken away a gift stolen and
Replaced with pain you,mean nothing to me
Other than a thrill and another fantasy is
Fullfilled