Drip, drip, drip.
The blood falls from my knife.
I am running through the woods.
I am chasing a semi nude blonde with big tits.
Screams fill the night like unfulfilled babies fill a condom.
Her neck is cut I laugh and sing.
You’re dead bitch you’re dead can’t you see
how much happier I am now that you are dead?
Corpses fill my kitchen, sink and bathtub.
In the bedroom I must confess I keep two or three dead girls.
They are the most fun you see.
In my head I dream these wonderful dreams.
These dreams of murder and violence
all are apart of my psychopathic dreams!
By Doug Robbins
REACH FOR THE STARS, LIVE YOUR DREAMS.
“These dreams of murder and violence
all are apart of my psychopathic dreams” is kind of redundant, otherwise a terrific piece.