Epitome of Death

Wings of darkness, embrace me. For I am chosen, I am set free. Killing for pleasure is what I do. Death, you quench my thirst, I don't care who. Satisfaction is what I need, a morbid fix. Murder, my only urge is to murder. I feel empty without murder. It makes my life complete. I am the epitome of death. Murder, my only urge is to murder. I feel empty without murder. It makes my life complete. I am the epitome of death. The fear in their eyes, as I sharpen my knife. Tears and screams, as I take their lives. There is something inside me, a growing lust. The relentless urge has become a must. Doomed to a hollow life, I murder for kicks. Murder, my only urge is to murder. I feel empty without murder. It makes my life complete. I am the epitome of death. Murder, my only urge is to murder. I feel empty without murder. It makes my life complete. I am the epitome of death.