I always referred to people as butterflies in my dreams
Killing them slowly and breaking off their wings
Only to hear their sweet, beautiful screams
The sounds they make as they bleed out so slow
It’s the very reason why it’s a pleasure only I should know

I met my best friend in a dream, then in reality as crazy as it seems
The only one who really shared my love for torture
The only one who would help me drown these pests in water
We’d play with...