MonstrousMy thoughts
Revolting visions, carnage
BloodbathMy dream
Gore soaked
My handsHallucination, or real
I wieldThe blade
GrotesqueMind
GrotesqueVisions
MurderSee myself slashing, the throats
VictimsMy friends
HorrorMy crimes
Fiendish memory, did
IKill them
I must know
Did I kill them?
Life long friend
Cut off his head
How can this be
I butchered them
Why would
I slaughter them?
Who gave me this knife to kill them
With, how could
I chop them up?
Survey my massacre
Fragments of my comrades carpet
The ground below,
I want to escape
Stab myself suicide wake me up and set me free
GrotesqueMind
GrotesqueDid
I kill them?
Did I kill them?