Another piece of the BDSM Killer

Her body has taken so many beatings
She's become numb to most feelings
Love of pain and an appetite to dominate
She became the monster she used to hate
She can't escape what the voices tell her
They're inside her head screaming to murder
Her axe lays soundly at the foot of her bed
It's handle marked with each of her dead

Voices that only she hears
They keep calling and writing on the windows
Twisting all that she feels
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows

They come willing, eager to please her
Submissive victims in latex and leather
Before their torture, she plays and teases
Restrains them then does as she pleases
She has many toys and objects of misery
Anything that she can find to cause suffering
When she's done she grabs that old axe
Breaks them down with just a couple of whacks

Voices that only she hears
They keep calling and writing on the windows
Twisting all that she feels
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows

She cleans up after everything is done
So it's all ready for her next round of fun
The bodies are dumped all over the state
Nothing can tie back to her or her place
Police are looking for a psychotic man
Not seeing a woman with a delicate hand
She stands and smiles into the mirror
All she sees is the monster inside of her

Voices that only she hears
They keep calling and writing on the windows
Twisting all that she feels
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows
She believes monsters are real
Killing them has become all that she knows