Collection of Cracked Heads

Entrails

Out from the dark, where I lurk and wait

Without remorse, but with furious hate

Relentless slaughters, ruthless kills

Looking for victims just for the thrills

One with evil, one with my deeds

I crave blood to satisfy my needs

Countless bodies I've slaughtered in the past

The few who have discovered, didn’t last



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Human remains, dead and maimed

In my collection of cracked heads

Piles of bodies, chopped in half

In my collection of cracked heads



Their fate ends the same, with the necks I break

I must keep all the souvenirs that I take

The cracking sound always gets me ecstatic

So does my collection of the macabre in the attic

Decorated with skulls and stripped limbs

I call it art, some consider it grim

It is my refuge from reality

No one knows of my urge or insanity



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