Decimation

A diseased mind wanting to kill

The difference of life and death the same

Forced to die against your own will

Hi cracks a grin as you wither away

The knife sunk in your chest again

Will the homicide ever end

Disembowelment, the killings seem the same

Removal of the visceral mass to him it's just a game

Decimation

Ritualistic death, waiting to hear your last breath

I get pleasure from watching you die

Your remains are mine to do as I please

A collage of the dead fills my wall

Slicing and hacking I do it with ease

Fall to the ground and scream all you want

It does no good for your sleep t shall haunt

Flowing, a stream of red death

Something not right in the mind

Slice your thoat from behind

Creep up to you in your sleep

Stick a blade down in deep

No need to have fear

Don't shiver when I'm near