Vio-Lence

I've tasted
The thrill of a kill
The thrill of my victims I'm crushing
Destroying their will
Demented
A figure of speech
My mind is lost eternally out of my reach
Richard
In your glass case
Stand to be judged, their deaths
Written there all over your face
Ted
A twelve year old
Your body should rot out in public
For women you've killed
Run for your life I'm the serial killer
I've come to bury you today
No family, no funeral, no rosaries for
Slain on this hillside - MY SILENT GRAVE!
MY SILENT GRAVE!
MY SILENT GRAVE!
That's where you lay!
Buried