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Jun 2010
Normal day
Gone awfully wrong in a second, but I’ll take a few minutes
If there’s no torture, where’s the fun in it?
Suppressed emotions
Never learnt to let go, in a frenzy, satisfy what’s inside
Enter your dark home and cut the phone lines
Hush, baby, go to sleep
Don’t even bother to scream as I pour
Hydrochloric acid down your throat
Final breath
Twist your head, look me in the eyes
When I slash the jugular, see the fear before he dies

Where is my mind?
I don’t control what I do, Father forgive me
Save me from these demons so ugly
Intense pleasure
Didn’t think mad men had feelings?
Offer your blood, still warm; to the master of otherworldly dealings
Crawl slowly away
You are not dead? Maybe missed my mark
Watch my trusty axe as I massacre Noah’s tiny arc
Grab my wrist
While you push me away, your fingers go through
Pleasurable pain, opens up last nights wounds

Very bad luck
My old red truck, you’d like to hitch?
Day after tomorrow, they’ll find your limbs in that ditch
Let’s play a game
Here I come! Can you outrun bullets?
Oops not too fast, better duck before I pull it
I am sorry
Rest in peace, don’t want to hurt, I have sinned
But you must pay for my folly, because I didn’t
I really am nice
Why can’t you see? I’d tell you my tale
But all you do is beg, plead and wail

Girl next door
Looks like my girlfriend, happy-go-lucky, overfriendly
Here’s a lesson, don’t talk to strangers, I can be quite deadly
High pitched scream
Block out the noise, cut off source
Skillfully crush your trachea, without much force
I am a ghost
Where do I sleep? What do I eat?
Blood’s rich in proteins, maybe a kidney for a treat
Life and death
Do unto others before they do unto you
Why don’t you just give up living and walk in my shoes?
Written by
Ahnis Duit
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