• Flashing lights, oh the flashing lights...
    My rushing blood. Rushing, rushing..
    The cold in my eyes. Shiver, he shivers.
    I stare down at him. Darker, darker...
    He looks up at me, praying, begging.
    I laugh at his plea. Cackle, chuckle.
    I pet my silver weapon. Stroke, stroke...
    Smile, I smile. Harder, he shivers.
    Crying, he's crying! Sobbing, gasping...
    Irate I become. Frowning, fuming.
    The sound of my hand making contact,
    smack, crack.
    Bleeding, his nose is broken and bleeding.
    I feel the rush, oh the rush!
    And now the kill, my kill.
    I raise the blade, it catches the light,
    glisten, shimmer...
    And down it came, swipe, chop!
    One last soung, scream! gurgle...
    Dead, my enemy is dead.
    And the blood.....
    It tastes so sweet.