"A Serial Killer's Song"

Don't beg, don't plead,

I'm comin' for you anyhow.

Don't ask me what I want,

Or why I picked you.

You don't wanna know the truth;

It's that I love the way you die.

When you're squirmin' in my hands

and your blood's rainin' down;

I know that moment's comin',

when your screams'll turn me on.

Then I'll drench my soul in fire

with insatiable desire;

Of torturistic baptism

and a twist of hedonism.

When your corpse lays still,

then at last and finally;

I’ll give your face a lick,

while I cut your heart out.

So don’t beg, don’t plead,

Yea, I’m comin’ for you....

Now.

“A Serial Killer’s Song” Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus, Serial Writer