Monstrous

My thoughts

Revolting visions, carnage

Bloodbath

My dream

Gore soaked

My hands

Hallucination, or real

I wield

The blade



Grotesque...mind...grotesque



Visions

Murder

See myself slashing, the throats

Victims

My friends

Horror

My crimes

Fiendish memory, did I

Kill them

I must know



Did I kill them?



Life long friend

Cut off his head



How can this be I butchered them,

Why would I slaughter them?

Who gave me this knife to kill them

With, how could I chop them up?



Survey my massacre

Fragments of my comrades carpet

The ground below

I want to escape

Stab myself suicide wake me up set me free



Grotesque...mind...grotesque



Did I kill them?

Did I kill them?