It is the fuel in my veins.
To feed this addiction I must end the lives of the
worthless,
The scum, the filth and without regret,
Plunge blades into flesh to their hilts.
I feel their pain as soothing waves course through my body.
Hairs stand on end as my fix is satisfied another time.
Only through my ritual can I achieve any sort of semblance
To mask my primal urge to destroy what I hate.
Yet through this act I almost feel as though the blood escaping welcomes my a**istance.
Somehow freeing it from bondage as if it were being held captive inside this impure vessel,
As its soul is pulled from below.
Staring deep into the eyes it"s almost hard to distinguish between the emptiness that was
And the emptiness that now occupies the s***e.
Dark hollows exist where from the body purged
But the adrenaline surge brings only the slightest relief.
Before long I'll be searching through
These voids again feeding this endless urge.
But for now I'll content myself with this corpse that I've procured.
To feed this addiction I must end the lives of the
worthless,
The scum, the filth and without regret,
Plunge blades into flesh to their hilts.
I feel their pain as soothing waves course through my body.
Hairs stand on end as my fix is satisfied another time.
Only through my ritual can I achieve any sort of semblance
To mask my primal urge to destroy what I hate.
Yet through this act I almost feel as though the blood escaping welcomes my a**istance.
Somehow freeing it from bondage as if it were being held captive inside this impure vessel,
As its soul is pulled from below.
Staring deep into the eyes it"s almost hard to distinguish between the emptiness that was
And the emptiness that now occupies the s***e.
Dark hollows exist where from the body purged
But the adrenaline surge brings only the slightest relief.
Before long I'll be searching through
These voids again feeding this endless urge.
But for now I'll content myself with this corpse that I've procured.