I wake up in the middle of the night
I know I'm diseased and this is just not right
My hands long for another victim
My face expressionless,palpably grim
My inner devil takes over me
Maybe killing is the only way i can set myself free
A spell is cast upon me
And i go on a killing spree
After taking my latest casualty
I look down upon the corpse with frailty
As my thrist for blood continues
When i wake up i wonder if some way i can pay my dues
No one is safe when i close my eyes
Like a phoenix from the fire,i rise
My inner devil takes over me
Maybe killing is the only way i can set myself free..
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