Fantasy

My sick and twisted fantasy
It's come to life in front of me
The burning smell of rotten flesh
It's part of my nightly conquest

When my urge piles up too high
It's clear that someones gonna die 
The bloodlust that fills my mind
Is something I can't leave behind

So now I stab and strangle them
I twist and bloody, mangle them
It puts a smile on my face
As an empty shell takes their place

My red-stained hands are washed
The body had been tossed
The grave, I will condemn
For tomorrow, I start again