Gone and forgotten,
Haunting my soul,
Maybe a norm.
Screams and moans fill my ears,
Can I look forward to another kill?
Maybe it’s all in the thrill.
Where else can I find my fill.
Not knowing when I’ll reappear.
Knowing now knowing when I’ll kill.
Darkness will fade,
And I will illuminate,
For you, my darling.
My sweet beautiful darling.
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