My body is my prison,

Death, from which I have risen.

Pain, for which I have chosen,

Suffering all the exposure.

Terror is my life,

Fear is my dormain.

Comfort with a knife,

Anger - I can't contain.

Dangers in the dark,

Strangers stalk and lark,

Heart pounding profusely...

Slaughter is my need,

Threat is my want.

I laugh as they bleed,

It's you that I'll hunt.