Morbid Dreams.

Morbid Dreams.

The blood trickles down.
Manged bodies everywhere.
In the dream of a murderer.
Of a psychopath.
Of a man.
They keep their weapons
Ever so close.
Stained in the blood of the innocent.
They're always alone.
For their jealous hearts don't allow
Love's sweet existance.
They wash their hair in their victim's
Sweat and blood.
The bloodlust and insanity take
Control.
Chains can not hold them.
Nor jacket's restrain them.
Sweet lucious blood stops.
Heart beats no more.
And bodies go cold.