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Kill 13
I\'m waiting for the rain
to wash whatever is left
from the man I used to be,
to the man I really am.
I really know I shouldn\'t.
But I feel it\'s time again,
to walk out the door,
and start to hunt
I watch people walk by,
with all their filthy lives.
They haven\'t felt the pleasure
to take a human\'s life.
The sleepless nights pass numbered,
wondering the streets;
my thoughts are getting blurry;
conscience getting weak.
And then my heart trembles,
when I see her eyes.
A dark passion grips me.
I want to make her mine!
Her skin must be so soft,
Her blood should taste so sweet.
Not just another victim
she\'s my kill thirteen.
Incision so deep
I can feel your heat.
You look so pretty
when you\'re trying to scream.
A stab in the neck
and a kiss on the cheek,
your eyes beg for mercy
just before the sleep.
Dressed with a pyre,
lying on a bed of flames.
The smell on burning flesh
makes our love complete.
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