To Watch Them Slain

Eye on screen
 To watch them die
 To watch them slain
 To watch them down
 Their pain is keen
 I like to see people die, closely
 But in quiet privacy...
 Hidden from their fading sights
 My perfidious fancy...
 I need to watch something die, statedly
 Just watch...
 Blood red or purple dawn
 My morning ritual
 My evening ordinance
 My midnight possession
 When someone's to be gone
 I love to see you die, closely
 And no distance...
 Still watch...
 Killed by someone
 Raped by myself
 Torn by the fury
 Cut by your own hand
 This is a long end
 For me...
 I had to see you die, closely
 With my assistance...
 Hidden from your hidden sight
 Your blood's fragrance...
 I had to watch all of you die...
 Just watch...