“At nights I’ve heard him screaming, through the candle flame”…

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There’s no one he can trust…
With his darkest desires…

His deepest black secrets…
And most intimate fires…

Nobody in his circle…
Not his friends or family…

Or acquaintances he’s met…
They’ll never be allowed to see…

The secret that he’s hiding…
The one he’s locked away…

A shameful side of his life…
He can’t bring himself to say…

Or tell the ones who know him…
Who love him for what he is…

Trouble would only follow…
If they knew this monster exists…

So he keeps it in the shadow…
Carries it wherever he goes…

Covers up his wicked sins…
Knows no one must ever know…

That his life is tainted…
By the death of innocent souls…

As a compelling thirst for blood…
Is needed to make his life whole…

A craving that’s stranger than fiction…
An obsession that’s out of control…

He finds it all much too easy…
He breathes in each departing soul…

A serial killer, this repeat offender…
Knows how to keep out of sight…

Perfected the art of misdirection…
Constantly staying out of the light…

Who could he ever confess to…
And who would ever believe…

That this elegant man is a killer…
Who spends his life trying to deceive…

And charm all who meet him…
Into believing he’s a trustful man…

But nothing’s further from the truth…
He’d strangle them with bare hands…

The only person he tried to tell…
Simply laughed into his face…

Told him not to be so stupid…
Before disappearing without a trace…

There’s no one he’d ever trust…
So he tends to simply mislead…

Commit his crimes in secret…
And smile as they scream and bleed…

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“Je me lance vers la gloire”…

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Her naked drugged up body…
Lies tied up on the bed…
Her eyes closed to the danger…
Not knowing what is ahead…

He’s in the room there with her…
His eyes are dead and cold…
This moment’s been prepared for…
He knows how it will unfold…

In the middle of a warehouse…
A place that’s no longer in use…
No one will interrupt him…
As he begins to violate and abuse…

He likes the taste of power…
She’s in no position to resist…
He takes advantage of her body…
Every inch of her gets kissed…

But this isn’t purely sexual…
This is so much more than that…
The surgical tools around him…
Are more akin to mortal combat…

He wants to hear her suffer…
So waits till she’s awake…
And as fear floods her tired eyes…
Incisions he starts to make…

Cutting out her vital organs…
As she screams and pleads in pain…
One by one he carefully removes them…
And her heart he will retain…

The mind-set of a maniac…
Is simply out of all control…
By taking pieces from others…
He’s convinced it makes him whole…

Healing himself as he cuts…
Glory flowing through his veins…
As her torn and ripped up body…
Lies covered in lifeless bloodstains…

His need is never ending…
No one else would understand…
To him it all makes perfect sense…
His next victim is already planned…

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