Shut eyes
I see you
Crumbling
Pieces
So many
In my head
I see
I want
I yearn
I grunt
Rage
Comes out
Dark room
Much blood
Outside
Trees cut
Dark mist
Corpses rot
I see
You die
I want
To cry
Suddenly
I feel
The urge
To kill
More
And more
Blood
Is hot
Steam
Comes out
Your flesh
Must rot
What's wrong?
You scared?
Your corpse
Impaled
I wish
You die
What's wrong?
Don't cry
I'm done
I'm out
My mind
Is freed!
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