Death, Blood, Kill…
By Odyssey2469

Death, Blood, Kill…
Pain, Sorrow, Anguish …

The taste of his blood on my lips,
My hands are stained

The satisfaction of taking another's soul,
Fearing that my own is lost

The thrill of the hunt, of the kill,
Sweet innocents lost forever

Death comes…
Pain delivered…

Blood spilled…
Sorrows grieved…

Kill another…
Anguish for you…

All until the end of days…