Impulsive Mutilation

No will to walk on this earth, to stay alive

The intention to kill, another life for my thrill

I took lives before, but never my own

So it is time to die, can't wait anymore

Already smell the blood

Starting on my first wounds

My knife hits the bone, little pressure it snaps

Cut a piece of my arm, I must die to rest

All this time, going on, killing mortals

Final feast, bloody sight, cut up meat

See my corpse, laying here, on the ground

Feeding flies, with open eyes, ready to be found

Fatal incarnation, impulsive mutilation

Dormant carcass waiting, for insects to be taken

Distasteful sight, stripped and diced, suicide

Dehumanized