I love cold metal against my skin
Feeling it Pierce through it
seeing my blood flow by the side
Tasting its bittersweet taste once more
When I met him that last time
When I cut his throat
And I felt that enormous satisfaction
As my tongue licked his bloody wounds
I've done this to so many others since then
And every time the thrill of it grows
Since those two things is what I love
The thrill of killing and the bittersweet taste of blood
