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Something burning in my mind

A regret for the deceased

Images of their bodies

Haunt me in my dreams

Their suffering makes me feel again

torment from their lifeless eyes

Echoes in my tortured head

And I can still hear their cries

The rotting smells of crusted blood

Fills my empty rooms

Fingers caress the chunks of flush

To regretfully consume

Their suffering makes me feel again

torment from their lifeless eyes

Echoes in my tortured head

And I can still hear their cries

I stare at the walls

Covered in my victims blood

The cries for help make me weep

As my knife stabs repeatedly