Monstrous

My thoughts

Revolting visions carnage

Bloodbath

My dream

Gore soaked

My hands

Hallucination or real

I wield

The blade

Grotesque mind grotesque

Visions

Murder

See myself slashing the throats

Victims

My friends

Horror

My crimes

Fiendish memory did I

Kill them

I must know

Did I kill them

Life long friend

Cut off his head

How can this be I butchered them

Why would I slaughter them

Who gave me this knife to kill them

With how could I chop them up 96187,-186)

Survey my massacre

Fragments of my comrades carpet

The ground below

I want to escape

Stab myself suicide wake me up set me free

Grotesque mind grotesque

Did I kill them

Did I kill them