Psycopath

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She was it
What my mind screamed
Love at first sight
Such blissful thing

Pale lips
And broken neck
Stained blood
Scattered flesh

A sadistic smirk
I can see in her mirror
Moist red eyes
Oh, such sweet love

The hanged body
Stitched and Carved
A masterpiece
For me to see

A psycopath
That is I
With knife in my hands
And blood in my body

The screams of pain
The feeling of ecstasy
Oh, a grandeur sight
The night's still long

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