Schizophrenic Slaughter Frenzy

Paranoia setting in, distorted faces mimic me*
 The voice beckons to kill
 With a rusted axe, I start to hack
 Blood streams down the neck and back
 Faceless minions closing in
 I behead them one by one
 Bodies fall limp and bleed profusely
 Echoes of malicious commands
 Crescendo in my mind
 The frequencies reach unbearable volumes
 The voice distorts then multiplies
 The voice beckons to kill
 Psychotic impulses drive me further
 The bodies jolt as I strike them repeatedly
 Hacking off limbs to immobilize the threat
 Spewing blood from the stumps
 Blood gushes, sprays and spatters
 Onto the surrounding areas
 Under hypnotic schizoid psychosis
 I follow commands which repeat for hours
 Continue to chop at the segmented bodies
 While I ramble monotone neologisms
 When reality comes into focus
 My children and wife lay on the floor
 Dislimbed, decapitated and hacked to a pulp
 I'm left with only meat and gore