Desire To Kill

The knife wounds – nine.
Your soul will be mine.
I look in your eyes,
Believe it nice
I have seized it by a neck,
She became not strong, her legs,
Legs are broken, bleed expire,
Head is cut off everywhere hair.
All flesh in cuts
Here this my arts
I want to kill ruthlessly,
I find this employment lovely.
I looked as your lips twitched,
I don't want to stop, o shit!
Gunshot wounds – sixteen
She was fifteen.
Shot in a head, three in a backbone, shot on through steel fraction.
The tailbone is shattered, hands and feet shredded
All flesh in wounds
I see she's bones
I want to kill ruthlessly,
I find this employment lovely.
I looked as your blood was sprayed,
I don't want to stop today!