With white sheets,
Her blood turned red,
It didn't take much more,
Before she was dead.
That was it,
The deed was done,
But I still feel so empty,
I still haven't won.
The urge is strong,
The need to kill,
I can't fight it,
It's too surreal.
They don't deserve this,
They did no wrong,
But maybe they did,
They were sinners all along.
Maybe they deserve to die,
Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I should stop fighting,
I'm going to kill tonight.
As the blade pierces skin,
As the red touches white,
I feel excitement,
I see the light
