Craft I Want To Commit Murder
I have only one last wish before my time comes to an end.
Something I have craved for far too long: to ease my
hunger. I want to commit murder! Knowing you exist makes
me sick. I want to tie you down. I want to carve you. I
want to see the image of death through your teary, blank
eyes. I want to commit murder! My mind screams to me like
a black metal record in dissonant accord. My mind sings
to me murder songs, into passionate frenzy. I want to dig
your grave. I want to collect your shadow. I want to
terminate your body. I want to commit murder!
