In the shadows where darkness breeds, A twisted compulsion plants its seeds. Serial killers, drawn to their dark desire, Seeking thrills that only darkness can inspire. A girl, enthralled by her macabre fixation, Finds herself lost in a twisted sensation. Each victim becomes a canvas for her art, Feeding a hunger tearing her apart. With every kill, she chases a high, A euphoric rush where truth does lie. But like a drug that never satisfies, She's left craving more in her haunted eyes. The thrill of the hunt, the power she wields, As she stalks her prey through forgotten fields. Each victim's demise a twisted release, Yet the void within her cannot cease. Trapped in a cycle of pleasure and pain, Chasing a high she cannot sustain. For the jouissance she seeks, it eludes, Leaving her lost in her dark interlude. In her soul, she knows it's not right, But consumed by her need, by her endless fight. For the addictive allure of her dark obsession, Leaves her trapped in a cycle of twisted possession
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