Brides

 The beauty comes to me Dancing with the wind,
She comes trough the window and makes me do the sin.
I leave my room and wander trough the hall,
The darkness fills me soon. I see my shadow on the wall. No one else is awake.
I open a door I shouldn’t, I can’t be prevented now.
I want to back up I can’t, she has me hypnotized.
I walk into the kitchen. The blade of the cooking knife is so tempting.
The blade shines in the moonlight as I walk towards her room.

She sleeps so sound, her breast so full.
I go to her, wake her up with a kiss and then hold her as I tie her wrists.
Her eyes go round and asking why her, I don’t answer to her question.
I begin my work with cutting her breasts, slowly moving the knife trough her body,
she bleeds severely and he eyes are begging for mercy.

I enjoy my work, while she is swimming in her blood.
She looks me in the eyes,
I can see the pain in her heart, and how it makes me feel. I don’t have regrets.
I have sadistic mind and sharp instincts, they call me serial killer.
Once again I am proud of my work, for insane I am my love.
I did it to everyone before you, and will continue until I find a perfect bride,
my beauty haunting my nights.

Elinazariel  fall -94