Taboo
It's Allhallows Eve; and my alter ego makes me insane,
Tonight; the Devil incites me to kill once again.
Lurking in shadows, cloaked in darkness i reign,
In unlit back alleys, bleak foreboding terrain.,
Enraptured as death lingers on, in physical pain,
Wild frenzied struggles, and stifled screams are in vain.
As my razor sharp knife quickly severs, each carotid vein,
Spraying fresh blood feeds my lust, it's the mark of Cain.
Without absolution, the Devil's slave i remain,
While the Grim Reaper tempts souls, of innocents slain.
10/ 15/ 2017.
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