Thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of ******
Has crossed my mind
I want to be loved for me
But also I want to be hated
By those that hurt me

Am I twisted?

This cold steel
Cuts deep across my skin
As the pain drowns the memories
Oh the thought of killing you
Is sweet

Am I twisted?

Do you know
What I dream
When I sleep
Let me tell you
I dream of death
Not mine like I should
But yours
Slow
Painful
Warm blood flowing
From wounds inflicted
As I carve your heart out

Am I twisted?

Scream at me
It drives my thirst
To cause you more pain
Your body would be lifeless
But I would have
Your blood curtling scream
Ringing in my ears

Am I twisted?

So before saying anything
During your life
Think on what I want to do
To you
Lets see if you decide
If I am really and horribly
Twisted.