Reminiscence of A Psychopath

the road I walk is my psycho-path
long list of victims my endless aftermath
an example

you're a girl of fifteen, my profound obssession
so innocent, yet guilty, my prized possession
so close I can smell her scent, her soul is mine to keep
my eyes filled with lust, she belongs to me
stay with me forever is my only demand

the beauty of her silk soft skin weaks me from within
but I'm powerfull and in control
using my spare left hand, I touch her delicate cheek
all damped with er frightened tears
lying stripped on the bed, her wirsts chained to the headboard
and her ankles to the backboard
from the ceiling she looks like an X
she struggles to be free, I watch and admire, she's my treasure

tied to the bed, I want to torture and see her face

pins, needles, daggers and knives
is what I use to stab her thighs
now it's time to break her ribs
blood flows down from her lips

slit her nipples, this won't halt
as i pack them with mounds of salt
top them with ice so it will burn
se suffers but can't turn

when I leave her fingers without nails
flaming crimson bloody trails
chills run down your spine as the sensation lingers

her head leans back an she gives in
I have comitted yet another sin
her eyes roll back and her breath stopped
seems sh is dead so my job is [bad word] done

killing is just an name
cold murder is my game
hearing her dying screams
just like my psychotic dream