And as the blood
Trails down the sink
You catch a glimpse
But it’s surreal
You’re not who you think
Feel so detached
Just to your left
There in the tub
Lays a helpless victim
And as you scrub
All went to plan
Although something’s missing
Because there was no
No sense of relief
There’s no release
It’s not what you hoped it would be
Dissatisfaction’s
Fires reign
And the hunt starts again
Through all these years
The plan’s evolved
To the point of perfection
So why the lack
Why no resolve
Why no sense of closure
The perfect victim
Is what you had
And more than once before
So what went wrong
What flaws the scheme
Why are the fires raging on
You know there’s a hatred
That you’ve tucked away
In the blackest annals of your heart
And you feel the compulsion
No it’s more than that
Like the very threat of consumption
Deny all that’s rational
Chase satisfaction
Make violence and hatred the master
And each drop of blood
And each vessel you drain
Still wont quite let you turn the key
You kill again
Without remorse
Yet the demons still come screaming
Each sacrifice
Is closer to
Your supposed perfect ending
But in the end
All that is real
Is the blood on your hands
Until you’re caught
Or until you’re dead
The hunt demands your tending