thoughtsss

White flesh, pure desire
It burns in me like a hot napalm fire
My carbon monoxide cleanses the earth,
Of all the impurity that hides beneath dirt
White flesh, Covering bone,
The screams are how i find my way home
It is not full of artwork or a couch,
My home is in my head,
With lots of bloods and chains by a bed
Sometimes i wish i could be normal,
Full of anxiety and fear,
Maybe then I could enjoy a cold beer,
Or a movie, night out with the wife,
But then i see all there faces full of nothing but fright.
We all have a clock,
that counts down till the end,
When i go to hell i will be greeted by friends.
When you go to heaven, will st peter let you in?
Then when your sent to us we will feast on your skin,
Leave you walking around with nothing but flesh,
When We are hungry we will feast again.
Demons, filling my head,
They do not bother me, There my best fucking friend.
Schizophrenia, That is what they said,
I think i just prefer to dance with the dead
I do not want to be lonely anymore,
Life is boring when all you do is fuck dying whores
My seed drips from within, she wants my devil incarnate kid
This bitch has Stockholm syndrome now,
time to go in the frozen ground
Her last breath has me SO FUCKING HARD
Now i have to fuck her carcass, shit i should have got the pin to her bank card
Oh well, time to hunt again,
This time i will pick a rich one to sink my teeth in
Get caught, Who
little old me
See that is the thing, i am so forgotten no one knows i exist
i creep around so silent like mist
My whole life is one big Stephen King.
Mass murder, now that would be fun
All i need is one hell of a gun.
I have to go, I forgot one thing,
I did not yet bleach the blood from my trophy wedding ring.