Dreams of drums
my heart filled with evil.
My thoughts control me.
murder all around.
My dream plagues
blood on my walls.
guts on my bed. as I sleep peacefully.
I hunt and pray for another victim.
there paths across the wrong way.
as they walk by, I sneak up and slice there necks.
blood on the ground, heads in my hands.
I dump the body behind a building.
there heads next to by bed.
I don't make since but nether does the world.
My thoughts run me out. It has taken over me.
I have no control. More bodies pile, while heads fill my bed.
The site of blood is a sign of love.
My first female is here. shes gone now.
I only wonder what there family thinks.
Are they happy that they are gone?
Are they mad, outraged, or upset?
I'm fucked up in the head. I have more to say.
now I see my next victim, I plot what I shall do.
he walks a lone in the park. no one around. I want to make him hurt. I want him to hurt like I do.
Jump out behind him. tie him up. and take him home.
I lie him on my bed. face down. cut him down his back. the blood flows like a crystal river.
I see gold.
I cut him down his arms, legs, and neck.
I skin him alive.
I back his back and watch him scream.
I cut him up peace by peace.
first the toes.
his calf. his knee.
his leg is gone.
You get the point.
I have this feeling of satisfaction that I've never felt.
I have completed the task. and now as I sit there while he screams, I drink a cup of his blood.
Smoke a cigar. and listen to the beautiful music that people can create. Classical music rhymes with the terror. I sit there until he dies.