One step forward… two steps back;

in a field of corpses… the things I lack.

The flowers of Hell… will bloom in my soul;

in the land of the living… a body that’s cold.

Scrap of shining metal… gleaming in mine eye;

stab my victim… hollow sliver… for one last try.

Stand before me… please withdraw;

through quivering lips… my warrior’s call!

Turn and tremble… bleed the lies;

obvious tears… I hear your cries!

Go and be judgemental… shiver in your fear;

go on… crouch and cower… non-existent tears.

Limbs tied down… flesh drawn tight;

you never would guess… I know your plight.

Sharper than your knife… my scapel pierces skin;

healing those wounds… your mind couldn’t mend.

Lie on the ground… with skin turning blue;

eyes glazing over… in a purplish hue.

You had your ecstasy… a masochist’s glory;

Now I’ll shut your eyes… and live to tell your story.