waiting in shackles bound to the floor
as the dawns light creeps to my cells walls
the cent of death lingering in the air
the gathering crouds whispers painting lifes end
the gaurds come by the dozen to escort my life away
for wat montrosity ive created will soon fade
murdurous ambishions
a sickening condition, that i so do bear
the vails removed as i inhale fresh air to a site of contorted
beings spred everywere
such a crowd to site the end of the sluaghterous plauge
i once clasp tight to this world .
locked in place by wrist and neck looking deep into the kings eyes with no regret
all the familys of victems that fell as my prey
stand still to watch me die
i vivid speach beckons of my devourous killing spree
and that this be-heading will bring releaf
as the blad is dropped i smile in glee for i know even death will never stop the devil witch is me
crowds cheer in beleafe that ive met my demise
how wrong they all are for i canot die
ill wear this guilotine kiss with pride
for the motivation to kill i can not denie
a murder machine i have become
and nothing can stop this insanity
for i continue to breath.