Nightlife

Walking down the alley, out of the bar Walking past the dumpster Hooker heels hanging over the edge A slight chuckle from my lips as i see her severed head Turning to a violent howl at the dishonored dead I gnawed at the skin on my arm till it bleed I will let it bleed while I sleep in my bed Bed? Hah, I mean my garbage bin On top of this hooker, I will sleep Not now but later, I still must creep I must feed myself off of the tears young couples weep As I sever the connection by slitting the throat Of the man, who's woman is wearing his coat Her eyes well and water Her thighs are wet as her virginity I slaughter I leave her to rot, her pain enforced by my pleasure I murder two cops , I knit one corpse a sweater I move fast as the wind, I'm light as a feather You won't even know I'm there when I use you for pleasure. From 11pm to 6 depending on the season Sometimes my work is abstract, sometimes there is a reason From murder, to rape, to theft, to treason Controlling the masses, I Am Legion. The night is my playground, blood and pain are my swing and slide I care not for my health, just whether you live, or I make you want to die.