Regret

Visions of murder take place in my mindI strip the souls from the worthlessEuphoric pleasure saturates, but this is realThese memories of conflict and struggleWhy do I feel these feelings of regret and pity?But what has happened? There's blood on my handsWhat have I done? I do not knowRecollections becoming clear, Flesh under my nails is really hereThe monster that I've becomeHas just done what cannot be undoneUnconscious state, who am I?What have I done? I do not knowMassive confusion, massive confusion overwhelms and saturates, saturates my consciousA million misconceptions feel all too realI'm an entanglement of disillusion, blessed by virtues of strifeWhat of my normal life? The acts I rememberWhat if they don't exist? I they're not real?Betrayal of oneself - existing - unknowingThe misuse of life has led me to this state of dementiaThe evil that courses through my veins consumes me wholeI strip the soul from your worthlessnessYou turn cold as I take from you last kiss