The rigid, twisted face that staring through the
Cold, vague mist
In it's eyes, frantic lust, but soothing calm at
The same time
Strange intentions appear as I fear in the silence
Of the screaming wind
That blow the trees in the darkness and brings
Coldness in the heart
A never ending nightmare in the forest
Is this real? Or is it just my overactive imagination?
Haunting incubus
It follows me, depravity from the core
I must escape from his choking grasp
Leave mе be, stop stalking me you fucking shit
I must act beforе it does
Kill or be killed
One smash to the head with a rusty shovel and
I'm done
Now the stalker's bleeding through iniquitous
Wounds
And screaming for mercy, seeking for redemption
But now I have none
I've sealed the grave and covered the footsteps
That leads to the scene of the crime
Smell of a dead body's lingering
White faced and breathless