The words spread fast
Fascinated and repulsed
By the way I killed them
Horrendous deeds
Wicked acts
The art of death I created for the media to entertain
The masses hungry for gruesome murder stories
Sociopath
Psychopath
Sadistically perverse
Spots of blood in the floor, down the stairs
Into the basement the remains of badly mutilated bodies
Molested, tortured and abused
They became objects of morbid fascination
They all died beautifully
I bathed in their blood so warm
My soul purified by a violent kill
I love the sweet scent of death in the air
Bodies naked, hanging, skinless, pierced and slashed
Most of the times
I take my time and finish them so slow, so slow
Sometimes I kill impulsively
Murder with passion
Born to kill
Born to f*cking kill
Murdering with impunity, society inspired me
Torturing, abusing without compassion