Tonight you are going to suffer and I will be the last glimpse of anything you see
Is pain real?
Do you believe in
I want to walk away but I sit and watch you slowly fall in and out of consciousness
Grab your chest,
feel your heart wanting to break through
The throbbing grows and turns into a steady pound
This is real; Fear is real
believe in fear?
The leisure of my scolding action happens to leave a staggered expression on your bloated face
The impact leaves a
Can you smell the concern; This rancid scent of horror
I am always amazed how little I know you