Another Piece of the BDSM Killer

Her body has taken so many beatings 
She's become numb to most feelings 
Love of pain and an appetite to dominate 
She became the monster she used to hate 
She can't escape what the voices tell her 
They're inside her head screaming to murder 
Her axe lays soundly at the foot of her bed 
It's handle marked with each of her dead 

Voices that only she hears 
They keep calling and writing on the windows 
Twisting all that she feels 
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows 

They come willing, eager to please her 
Submissive victims in latex and leather 
Before their torture, she plays and teases 
Restrains them then does as she pleases 
She has many toys and objects of misery 
Anything that she can find to cause suffering 
When she's done she grabs that old axe 
Breaks them down with just a couple of whacks 

Voices that only she hears 
They keep calling and writing on the windows 
Twisting all that she feels 
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows 

She cleans up after everything is done 
So it's all ready for her next round of fun 
The bodies are dumped all over the state 
Nothing can tie back to her or her place 
Police are looking for a psychotic man 
Not seeing a woman with a delicate hand 
She stands and smiles into the mirror 
All she sees is the monster inside of her 

Voices that only she hears 
They keep calling and writing on the windows 
Twisting all that she feels 
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows 
She believes monsters are real 
Killing them has become all that she knows