The Thrill
i have a need in you i feed
it's the thrill of the kill
no more running no more fight
left in your slumber clean away the night
horrid clouds move in, gray darkened shapes
slobbering sheets of rain invade your domain
you lie still or it will be your fate
slowly your face the face
in your common place
the want of a love so deep
it will devour your mind just for the taste
your limp body will ceased to exist
everything you thought real is dead and gone
i have a need in you i feed
mr. emerson said it best
"every minuet you are angry , is 60 seconds lost with peace"
i will consume you and your love
deep down you like it the rage , the silence
of the kill
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