Pride

Torture at my fingertips
it breaks the silence of the night
a barbed wire bat just for kicks
tickles my heart to cause such fright
I bash in some poor blokes head

I know my thinking isn't right
all my friends end up dead
I stay in the shadow out of the light
like the monster under the bed
blood stained teeth and crimson lips

if you could witness the bloodshed
flesh peeled off in strips
not mine but yours instead
it's like an intense acid trip
the horrors I commit are quite a sight

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