Cold, bound, half dead Vision fades swiftly Breathing is labored My latest victim squeals to me Ten victims this month alone, a new thrill I must search for Complacent in my rituals, stab and hack ad infinitum Still alive but fading quickly, I quiver with anticipation Its clear what I must do now Permeate, penetrate, violate with vermin A stiff dead rat lies at her feet, a misogynistic tool of my madness Caustic methods to fill my needs, this rotting rodent is just what it calls for I bind her legs, her struggle futile, the ligature grates, the tension rises I force it in, no subtle action, the sinew tears to my satisfaction She suffers as I revel The rats spread filth inside my soul She bleeds like a stuck pig I thrust it as I climax They suffer from my lunacy The insane urge that forces me They suffer from my lunacy Their violent end will come to be Her beating heart begins to fade The insides ravaged, torn and maimed I quiver still from ardent bliss A new found thrill I can't resist They suffer from my lunacy The insane force that purges me They suffer from my lunacy Their violent end will come to be It seems there's life left in her A chance to further my pleasure I grab the filthy dead rodent And force it in her gaping mouth I ram my stiffness inside her She can't believe it's not over I choke her, dead as I finish We both expire rhythmically
