I see a young woman, writhing before me
Her white dress, covered in blood
The wilted moon, exposes this jaded scene
She approaches, hand in reach, I pray to feel complete

One night, as I rested my eyes
These thoughts are haunting
Delving deeper, into my mind
Shocked by tremendous horror, that I find!

Masked by the silence in me
Immense, the blackened sky
Disfigured by death in life
The we hatches from the I!

Drawing blood from every sight
I feel the need for gore!
An obscure end is far from near
Why must this desire for pain grow?

This night, as I lay her down to die
These thoughts are haunting