The Face I Hate

A beautiful face is the only thing that sets me over the edge
I walk into the town covered in bandages
Surrounded by beauty...it must die

I wasted no time, I pick my victims carefuly
I'm picky about who dies
Lost in my own sick desires

Hidden by night, gunna kill tonight
My pray in sight, hidden by the night
My frenzy of hate is what will drive me to kill

She looks in the mirror, I smash her face
Glass shards scatter the floor, I pick them up and reveal my face
The look in her eyes is why I must kill her

The face of hate, that face is mine
No ears, no nose, no lips, no flesh, no eyelids, just hate
Her reflection on the shard, I must begine her transformation

Slicing, cutting, gouging, scraping, ripping, tearing
Searing, unbearable pain leaves her screaming
But my work is far from done

Her blood gushes on my hands, my talented fingers still working magic
Screaming, violently scratching at my arms, I can only smile
Skinned to the skull, my work complete

Lying dead without a face to be loved
Homicide in self hate is what caused this event
Beauty now lies dead, with so many left that I need to kill

I take my leave in the night
Satisfied
Because I know, the face I hate was erased