There’s something in the way we maim
In the crass cold carnage of tearshed
That moves me.
A certain joy in the pain outward bearing
A carnal pleasure
That makes me feel alive.
A vicious sin grows within
This jealous mind unveils fantasies
Never to be fulfilled.
When I see that precious look of anguish
Inside, it excites and thrills me
Though I pretend it kills me.
It was so long ago that i’ve forgotten
What made this burning begin..
Now i’m constantly terrified,
That my monsters are going to win.
- Melissa Vowell