I see a young woman, writhing before me. Her white dress, covered in blood. The wilted moon, exposes this jaded scene. She approaches, hand in reach, I pray to feel complete. One night, as I rested my eyes, These thoughts are haunting. Delving deeper, into my mind Shocked by tremendous horror, that I find! Post Masked by the silence in me, Immense, the blackened sky, Disfigured by death in life, The We hatches from the I! Drawing blood from every sight I feel the need for gore! An obscure end is far from near, Why must this desire for pain grow? Break This night, as I lay her down to die, These thoughts are haunting...