Ch 275: Killing is an art.

Killing is an art, a passion,

A lucid and deadly sensation.

A touch of poisoned breath,

Each moment a tragic death.

Fire burning beneath the skin,

Crafting darkness, echoing sin.

A masterpiece of moan and sigh,

Lay them soft, watch them die.

Fingers tracing silver blades,

Every night, the shadow fades.

Every morning, he rises again,

Seeking pleasure, begging for pain.