Piercings

Screams of agony

Echoing all corners

The torment of a cursed and

Distorted soul

Voluptous desires cam from his mind

A slow death to the victims

Is the reason of his life

Mrs. death is his every day mate

Awaits, the gift of this bad joke

First cut being done

In percing rites

But a hundred sticks

Will not satisfy

Cult of insanity

Agonizing child

Losing her blood

Before she dies

Screams of agony

Echoing all corners

The torment of a cursed and

Distorted soul

You see, my darling

I'm the one who won

Don't leave me now

The party has just begun!!!