Malevolent Creation

One existence to achieve the goals my soul demands
The carnage sick and twisted, death is at hand
Tragedy strikes, in a matter of seconds another taken life
Feeding on fear, no given reason nothing is clear
Nightmares now real, embrace the final months
Pleasure so real
Lunacy reigns, the victim, a trophy of
These murderous games
Disposal? No need, for all others a calling card to see
A mind deranged, no one plans on losing their life this way
Blood on my blade, stained by the lives
From my trucidations
The power that instills, dissipation of the kill
Flowing through my veins, the controlling of my ways
Adrenaline flows, lurking in the night until my choice draws close, under
Restraint, now in my grasp there is no escape