Braze

Here I am looking fresh, wearing my brand new suit of flesh. She smelled so sweet and clean, my lost and lucious Hellene. I still enjoy her dying rasp, watching her as she would writhe and gasp. I took my time to hurt, and frighten, this lost girl who saw me as a titan. I'll never get caught, don't you see, I'm a murder prodigy. See you mistake me for a jester, or even worse a simple molester. I'm the tide, I flow and ebb, drawing you into my murderous web. You are confused, it makes no sense, what caused this murderous rage to commence. What caused me to do this, I can't decide, does it have to do with patricide? With electric chair they wish to braze, from within me this lonely craze. Long live The Face Thief.............