The Devil's Rest

As blades cut deep in to my flesh the Devil will not lay to rest. I'm a sick individual, their is no doubt. My choice of entertainment, is the torture of your flesh. As the crows call, the day becomes night and the Devil gets ready for his night of fun. This angel with her eyes so blue, she'll be nice pray for me. When running my blade across her silky white flesh, blood begins to pour. The fear in your eyes is a pleasure like no other. My blade cuts deep, deep in to the bones my mark is left. You'll know she's one of mine, it's like a slab of beef at a butchers table. Her blood runs across the floor and her body lies crumpled like a whores bed after a party. Now please allow me to rest, for playing does make me so tired. Shawn "Odious666" Gardner 11/29/'20