Your Lust for Carnage

A cycle of poems «Your Wounds Are Deep»

Crimson stains across the field of white
A hunger burns, a terrifying light
No reason needed, logic overthrown
Just the primal urge, the seeds I've sown

Lust for carnage, roaring in my soul
Taking over, losing all control
A symphony of screams, a bloody art
Ripping, tearing, playing your cursed part

The steel sings sweetly in my trembling hand
A morbid dance across this ravaged land
Each fallen body, a forgotten name
Fueling the fire, fanning the wicked flame

Lust for carnage, roaring in my soul
Taking over, losing all control
A symphony of screams, a bloody art
Ripping, tearing, playing your cursed part

They call me monster, demon, things obscene
But they built this cage, and now they face the scene
The beast is unleashed, the hunger takes its hold
A story written in blood, forever to be told

Lust for carnage, roaring in my soul
Taking over, losing all control
A symphony of screams, a bloody art
Ripping, tearing, playing your cursed part

The red tide rises, washing over all
In this broken world, I stand above the fall
And as the silence settles, cold and deep
I whisper softly, 'Let the wicked sleep.'