monstrous
my thoughts
revolting visions, carnage
bloodbath
my dream
gore soaked
my hands
hallucination, or real
i wield
the blade
grotesque...mind...grotesque
visions
murder
see myself slashing, the throats
victims
my friends
horror
my crimes
fiendish memory, did i
kill 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
[solo: pat]
grotesque...mind...grotesque
did i kill them?
did i kill them? |