Wet Dreams

I see noone, noone sees me
It's so exiting in the fog!

I can't see you in the mist
But I want to touch you
Bloody fingers curled in fist
Cover me with stinky dew

Biting, stabbing, raping, slapping
It's so exiting in the fog!

Feed my lust, bloody lust!

Be careful not to step on the smashed head
Brain and puss are flowing out - you are dead
You won't feel it in the milky haze
Till beside appears wrathful face
Blind and doomed they're wandering in mud
In the twilight of their seconds

Crying, sobbing, howling, shrieking
Die exiting in the fog!