(My lovely Dara goes on yet another merciless killing spree, as she explores the many different ways to commit cold blooded murder.)

Fractured skulls, repeated blows to the head.

Pickax murder, another victim joins the dead.

Male bodies all slaughtered the same grisly way.

Rotting corpses, morbid smell of death's decay.

Headless torsos, mementos of the insane.

Keepsake items, to please a mind that's deranged.

She cannot rationalize her actions.

The sick thoughts that's inside her mind,

Become real there's no right or wrong.

Violent fantasies of a sadistic kind.

Mutilated, butcher knife cutting through the skin.

Twisting the blade, tearing into his flesh again.

Starving hunger, partaking of the raw meat.

Chewing organs, savoring chunks which taste so sweet.

Dismembering remains of their carcasses.  

Hunting humans, adding many to her list.

She cannot stop her deadly addiction,

A homicidal need to kill.

The more prolific she becomes,

The greater her desire for blood to spill.