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Monstrous My thoughts Revolting visions, carnage Bloodbath My dream Gore soaked My hands Hallucination, or real I wield The blade Grotesque Mind Grotesque Visions Murder See myself slashing, the throats Victims My friends Horror My crimes Fiendish memory, did I Kill them I must know Did I kill them? Life long friend Cut off his head How can this be I butchered them Why would I slaughter them? Who gave me this knife to kill them With, how could I chop them up? Survey my massacre Fragments of my comrades carpet The ground below, I want to escape Stab myself suicide wake me up and set me free Grotesque Mind Grotesque Did I kill them? Did I kill them?