The Pick-Axe Murders

You thought it was over, it's not over. I came back, I brought my axe. You thought it was over, it's not over. I came back, I brought my axe. In the shadows, alone in the dark. Young victims I stalk. You thought it was over, it's not over. I came back from the grave to mutilate. Axed in the back. Pick through the neck. Dead like the rest. Molested and left. Limbs split in half. I ruptured their flesh. Puncture wounds to the head. Bone fragments clot to the hatchet. Knee-deep in the blood of the dead. Cranial separation. Sex with her severed head. Rotten walking dead. Hunting living victims. Rotten walking dead. Hunting living victims.