Watching at night waiting for my time to strike,I see the fear in your eyes when I call and hang up...Sitting in your closet I wait,eyes blackened with ashes of former victims,As you fall alseep I sneak into your bed, lay down next to you,and put my blade through your head.
Your voice calls out to me every night. Filling my head with regret of what I've become.... Pulled along in the darkness so long,I slipped and became part of it. Watching myself from outside my head as I slice away flesh with the precision of a surgeon.Feeling myself bathed in warm blood as another victim breathes her last. It's all because of you!!! YOU MADE ME WHAT I AM!!!! You told me to leave!!! The final laughs mine tho,cause I'm outside your bedroom window,knife in hand,and I'm not leaving till we work this out. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!!!
She's constantly on my mind, like a recurring nightmare.My skin pale from bloodloss gets goosebumps when I think about her.Those lips the color of deep lust,those eyes as blue as the ocean,The scream she made when I drove the knife deep into her throat was so satisfying.I remember watching the blood flow down like a crimson river,kissing her dead lips as I was drenched in her life fluid, a voice in my head saying I'm sick, that I need help. I know now thats not true, I mean I love her and so what if she's dead?