I didn't mean to kill her,
I didn't mean to hate,
Over come with rage, knife in my hand,
I slit her throat,
I watched her bleed,

I didn't want to like it,
I didn't want to love it,
I meant to stop
But it was too much fun,

While she bled, I turned her over,
Slid the blade through her chest,
Down her stomach,
Across her arms, across her legs,

The blood so beautiful, so warm,
It pooled around us,
The sweet feeling,
Ecstasy, Adrenaline, release,

She was supposed to be the only one,
But I couldn't stop, One more,
Two more, three more, four,
Five more, six more, seven more,
Oh I feel it in my core,

All my work, beautiful art,
Without a name, without an artist to claim,
I leave clues, subtle clues,
A mark here, a mark there,
I wait for my capture,

Oh, the fun,
I love to play,
The knife, the blood,
Sweet serenity,

Soon I can be shown as such an artist,
The world will know the mind behind this beauty,
I can't wait to be found,
Yes, do you wanna play?