The killing time
has come again.

Blood on the mind
and flesh on the couch.

A gun in my hand
a knife in my back.

---Just a killing machine...

Life in the jungles
of each twisted mind.

Bodies swinging
through the grey mists
of an eager, early dawn
decorating the grove
with sorrows of glory.

This blade drawn
for the rapid strike.

---Gun for a lover...

Washed clean again
by the flowing blood.

The maddening joy and pain
of a life divided.

Under the pale moonlight
at work again.