• From the dirty crime scene
    Beside the stream of flowing blood
    Outside the freshly-cut victim
    Turning the pure green grass red
    My thoughts scream in terror
    What have I done?
    Without notice a tear wells
    Despite the early quarrel this morning
    Against all truth
    Past all remberance
    Within a minute rain pours
    Down my shirt and the evidence
    In spite of the clear day
    My tears blend in
    Below... water floods
    Over any recogition
    A smile crosses my face
    The knife now hidden
    The devil appears in me
    God, i've sinned
    The sound of rain drowned out by my laughter
    Feet come over to witness the horrid sight
    While mine heads away
    My horns grow larger
    The pain now intoxicating
    Through time this will happen more than once
    Aside from the wet grass
    The red blood now dried turns black
    So does my aching heart
    Beyond any logic
    On account of that life
    About to commit another crime
    Mr. Mass Murderer