Exhibition Of Carnage

Searching for my victim, you're the next in line

As my knife, it cuts your throat, now you're left

behind

Darkness fills the atmosphere with screams and pain to

my delight

Limp and lifeless on your back, postmortem takes

control

Rapid stabbing to your torso, stroke my erecting pole

Blood and jism smears your face, a scent to think I

lust for more

Exhibition of pain

Exhibition of lust

Exhibition of hate

Exhibition of carnage

Severely tortured, agony

No one hears you in the night

If you make you it out alive

You will wish that you were dead

Running, hiding, you are found

Re-comfort anatomy

Scream is silent you're in shock

You can't run now, you are dead

Bleeding profusely from your head

No remorse, I do not care

To see the life drain out of you

Is the reason I exist

The smell of rotting decomposed

Flesh with the growing need to kill

Try enduring reality

Living in a world of failure

Dismembering her limbs

The wait is now over

I'm drifting far beyond

A cruel, sinister butcher