collections

Up and gone like a whisp of smoke.. On youre own blood you begin to choke
flesh meets steel i claim youre life watching you disease drip from my knife
tearing and hacking disembowlment is the game..
The beautiful orgins are mine to claim
Squeezing youre heart in my small hand till it bursts a flaiming crimson
paint a mural with youre brain my brush a shot gun my canvas the ceeling
for youre life is undeserved i am the equalizer
i am the massochist messiah you see in youre dreams
the feind
tasting youre blood the smell of youre feer
its the only comforts i hold near and dear
the game is over now youve become limp and cold
into my jar youre blasfamous soul goes
i own you now youre ofically my bitch
i continue to do my bidding
Collecting more as the days draw dark
this murderous side of me is a damgerous art