Pressure

A girl tried to tell me what I'm "supposed to be".
What else could she throw at me?
I'll thrust a knife into her ovaries!
Fuck a mask, I want her to know its me.
Spin her body down a ditch like a rotary.
A bloodstained nature is all I oversee.
She's six feet under, she won't get over me.

Another victim is nonexistent.
Am I crazy? My murders are getting more consistent.
The urge to kill is getting more persistent.
I'm becoming less resistant.