Dripping with blood and gore
My rage is still not filled
I hunger for more
The people I had just killed
They satisfied my urge for gore
Gnawing their chopped off heads
Biting their eyes, liquid deformities spewing
Cadavers chopped, sliced for my sick desire
I must feed, on the rotted
Chewing deformed and mangled fingers
Blood is the soup
My sick pleasure to kill
My undying wish t fulfil
The inner bloodlust that I am cursed with
I am a demon, I must murder
My life is rage and my death is pure decay
First one to go was quick
I gutted her
At first she screamed but then she started to gag on her own blood
Death soon followed
More came soon afterwards
I chopped
Sliced
Beaten
Killed
Everyone
Blood everywhere
Killed by my sledgehammer
Skulls were crushed and organs were mashed
Fountains of blood coated the streets
Everlasting red
The blood of others cover my eyes
Along with my inner hate
Mankind is a sin that needs to be cleaned
One kill after the other