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Pathology Of MurderSoon infatuation will complete meSoon to be referred to as a monstrosity Fueled by tins lust of anticipation Cloaked in your shadow becomes part of me MURDER!!!!!!! Often I wonder if you know of me I eyes fixed on your stars, I own fantasy Plenty of time for-fulfilling our needs Coalesce into one and become part of me Dissect me, clamp my senses wide open Let me see my agony summon your bliss Rescue me, nurtured back for some more torture Cripple me, watch ma scream for your god PATHOLOGY OF MURDER MURDER! Plenty of time, new I own you Ecstasy turns into a nauseating fear Gag at the thought, of what I will do to you Humble me, make me believe I am shit In maculate me, with depletion of sense Collapse my will, as I embrace death Embodiment complete. Pathology Of Murder Lifted off your feet, with one crashing blow No time to respond, the pain is all you know Burning flesh sickens you, your blood turning cold No one ever wins this game no matter what they are told... |