what, what, whats.... Going on what have i done .... i wish i didnt have to do this to you so soon... you seemed like a gas...But now your just a past... will you forgive me if i stab you in the heart... For every time you treated me like shit,for thinking i was less then nothing. dnt cry now you know that means nothing...to me... i pitty your stupidness... i'm much more then you'll ever see.. some day some way someone will treat me better and see me for who i really i'm.... A DARK BEAUTIFUL SOUL...

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you say the things that sound so sweet, the way you can fuck me is so bittier sweet. i wish it could play on repeat. Until the day when it all ends. we've gone to far,it was pushed into deep. Theres no going back.we've done what we've done. The blood starts to flow faster. He starts to scream...and finally yells,"what the fuck you crazy bitch!",i grab the knife from his side,"I thought you wanted to play?",with a confused look upon my face. He starts to shout again,"you fucking stabed me!",i craweled off of him onto my feet,with my back still toward him. With a simple reply," you said i could do what ever i want...", i pause with a jerk like voice," YOU SAID YOUR NOT A BITCH,BUT YOUR SURELY ACTING LIKE ONE!",.....TBC... PsYcHo KiLLeR

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oh that old feeling is coming back again,that one that hunts me the most.... the joy,satifation,exstacy..... of killing .... to see one suffer and cry out in pain.... to know that there only way out of my hands is through death... to cut you from ear to ear.... to feel your warm blood drip down my hands ..... why does this bring me such JOY..... this i could never explain... PsYcHo KiLLeR

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has the darkness over come me have i've gone to far this time? where shall my madness lead me... these hands are becoming something that i cant recall ,are they mine? this face i seen in the refliction,doesnt seem like my own... those eyes so cold with no soul behind them... i'm i willing to change these killing ways.... PsYcHo KiLLeR

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as i run throught the streets...my mind..searchs for a new victim.. do i just pick a random person? do i pick from whom i know? then comes the thoughts of how ,where ,and how long... how shall i kill my victim? so many ways .... where shall i end there life? i could bring them home,but thats a hell of a mess, back to theres...they'll never know whats coming next... how long shall i make them suffer? if they play along ,this can go on for days! That would be great... now that my mind has figured out what its wants and needs.. just wait and see ....what happens next ..... PsYcHo KiLLeR

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