...And the Blodshed Goes On

Quartering, infanticide

Insanity, perversion

Merciless, brutal acts

From his life he brings death

Psychopathic killer guided by instinct

Chasing his victims with care

Hideous crimes craftily well planned

Like masterpieces of a damned performer

“Is it better to rape or kill first?

Just matters to enjoy each moment”

Killing with self possession and pleasure

And observing the sweet images when death arrives

Confusion of feelings and perceptions

Uncontrolled desires of a mind in degeneration

Hunted like an animal, guarded by the darkness

Making the hunt to be the predator

Mutilation is fun, the show must go on

Shredded with precision, corpses in exposition

From a slip the murderer was caught

Condemned to internment for insanity

Confined to live among madmen

Where peace of mind mingles with torment

Trying to recover some trace of mind

Looking at images which don’t exist

Living a life out of real

In a world where all is senseless and illogical

Confusion of feelings and perceptions

Remote remembrances of a mind in reclaim

Facts mixed to dreams and desires

Which can’t be ignored, but satisfied

The time has come, all of them were wrong

Neither the justice, nor the doctors, there is no reclaim

Dead in the hospital, just one runaway

… And the bloodshed goes on