Murder one - Burns, Tablets and Knives

Burns, tablets and knives
So disorganised
And helpless in my life
This life of shame
This life of pain
My eyes are sore
From the tears I shed
I never wanted all this death bestowed upon me
Its kind of hard when it’s caused by me

Laughing at your demise
Dealt by my own hands
You know that I hate you so much
I could cry
I am the one
Your parents warned you about
I am the omen you fear
You are the willing host

Kneel down and pray
Calling out a name
No answers, only silent echoes
Now its time to suffer
And now my head is full of rage
Your face is broken
From the blows I dealt with my right hand
I am the pill that makes you feel insecure
I am the death you’re cloaked in
That makes you feel like a whore

Laughing at your demise
Dealt by my own hands
You know that I hate you so much
I could cry
I am the one
Your parents warned you about
I am the omen you fear
You are the willing host

I'll always try to kill you
And laugh and dance in your blood
I d rather eat alone and watch you starve
I’ve told you this now once before
I kill for pleasure and nothing more
Save me, save me from myself
Save me, save me from myself
I’ll kill you in your sleep
I’ll kill you with burns, tablets and knives

Laughing at your demise
Dealt by my own hands
You know that I hate you so much
I could cry
I am the one
Your parents warned you about
I am the omen you fear
You are the willing host