I like blood very much But it must flow from a living body I was quenched by my own blood The sooniest I was inducing pleasure to myself
I tortured mute animals later on Their pain was more beautiful than mine But it still didn't meet my terms Until I tormented the small boy From the neighbourhood
I am afraid of the dead ones Their blood is different
The new horizonts have opened for me And it unleashed my fear at the same time
