They scream with pain, I love their moans,
the suffering in their faces
the sight of blood
It's delicious, exciting
to wake up trembling with pleasure,
full of desire with full climax
I love their shouts and sobs
their convulsions when I go into them,
when I pull out their throats
I can't avoid destroying myself
in the madness and wildness abyss
I can't look away
I see them naked, as in a dream
So slender, delicate and vulnerable
A part of me wants to die,
the smallest part,
the weak fragment that is still left
of the man I used to be
the suffering in their faces
the sight of blood
It's delicious, exciting
to wake up trembling with pleasure,
full of desire with full climax
I love their shouts and sobs
their convulsions when I go into them,
when I pull out their throats
I can't avoid destroying myself
in the madness and wildness abyss
I can't look away
I see them naked, as in a dream
So slender, delicate and vulnerable
A part of me wants to die,
the smallest part,
the weak fragment that is still left
of the man I used to be