Piercings

Screams of agonyEchoing all cornersThe torment of a cursed andDistorted soulVoluptous desires cam from his mindA slow death to the victimsIs the reason of his lifeMrs. death is his every day mateAwaits, the gift of this bad jokeFirst cut being doneIn percing ritesBut a hundred sticksWill not satisfyCult of insanityAgonizing childLosing her bloodBefore she diesScreams of agonyEchoing all cornersThe torment of a cursed andDistorted soulYou see, my darlingI'm the one who wonDon't leave me nowThe party has just begun!!!