Contorted Perception

Murderer, psychotic, is this what I've become?

Men, women, or children, it makes no difference

Rape, their soft dead bodies

I fuck when they can't stop me

I just don't know what is real

What is real what is fake

Confusing, killing spree

I'll tear the flesh right from their bones

Illusion, of their deaths

My mind shrouded in darkness

Am I hallucinating? Or is my brain just sick?

'Cause when I fuck these corpses, I can feel them on my dick

From behind the veil of flesh

I can't distinguish what is real

I fell alone and forgotten

Contorted perception

Piercing her hymen, cunt filled with broken glass

I'll drag her kicking screaming, from her innocence

Beaten, broken, torn, just one dead whore

Is this a dream? Or is this just my life?

Death is the sickening reality

Flesh is just the mask it hides behind

Narcissistic, nihilistic, my mask of sanity has gone