i can't hold back any longer, 

i must commit these acts, 

my fantasies compel me, 

watching, 

stalking, 

waiting, 

planning this perfect crime. 

i have studied your surroundings for months now. 

i know exactly when to make my move, and exactly how i'm going to make my move. 

a perfect murder to me is all about strategy, 

so unaware as i stalk flawlessly, 

repeatedly in my dreams i have pulled this job. 



in front of the mirror as you prepare for sleep, 

this is when i sneak behind and put the barrel of the shotgun to your head, 

i like it when you see my face. 



a blow to the skull, i make sure your still alive. 

i only kill quick when necessary, but this is a score i must settle. 

now is when my fantasies come, so i reach for my blade 

inflicting this mutilation, slashing your face, stomping your body, 

i love to see you in such pain, for this pain is my extasy. 

suck the barrel, and look at me in the eye, 

do you think i really give a fuck about what i'm going to do? 

decapitated by 12 gauge slugs, i can't even recognize half your body anymore. 

your family will probably tell the authorities i'm a suspect, 

so i eliminated them before i eliminated you, 

dragging you to the basement, i place you with the rest, 

nude, in perverted positions with your loved ones. 

fiendishly i masturbate to the scene i have created, 

the investigators are going to be shocked. 

my payoff, my crime gets televised, 

overwhelmed with laughter as i realize, 

they'll never catch me





						     



						     Thanks to Anna