Nightlife

Walking down the alley, out of the bar

Walking past the dumpster

Hooker heels hanging over the edge

A slight chuckle from my lips as i see her severed head

Turning to a violent howl at the dishonored dead

I gnawed at the skin on my arm till it bleed

I will let it bleed while I sleep in my bed

Bed? Hah, I mean my garbage bin

On top of this hooker, I will sleep

Not now but later, I still must creep

I must feed myself off of the tears young couples weep

As I sever the connection by slitting the throat

Of the man, who's woman is wearing his coat

Her eyes well and water

Her thighs are wet as her virginity I slaughter

I leave her to rot, her pain enforced by my pleasure

I murder two cops , I knit one corpse a sweater

I move fast as the wind, I'm light as a feather

You won't even know I'm there when I use you for pleasure.

From 11pm to 6 depending on the season

Sometimes my work is abstract, sometimes there is a reason

From murder, to rape, to theft, to treason

Controlling the masses, I Am Legion.

The night is my playground, blood and pain are my swing and slide

I care not for my health, just whether you live, or I make you want to die.