Stranglers :: The end of tunnel

For centuries people have debated,
Do they exist or not.
Mysterious deaths that cannot be explained,
And suffocation that was felt by many.

Even critiques look around,
Before they say its bull shit.
Scared may be ,
If they are listening.

Some may live for money,
And some for love.
And then again there are some ,
Who lives only for blood.

But can there be some ,
Who live only to strangle.
To see your eyes pop,
seeking pleasure
Shocking and choking.

Absurd , Idiotic , Nonsense.
And what more.

But we all felt it once,
The day we couldn't move.
When in a peaceful moment
We felt cold hands on our neck.

Seeing people transform
Into a pain machine.
Hurting you seems to be ,
Their next bid in life.

Perplexed , confused and lost
You stood frozen in time.

Stand back

Stranglers are here

Hands supporting their chin,
They were waiting -
To catch you off-guard.
To turn your happy world,
Into a dune of ashes.

Look around for signs.

People looking at nothing,
Their pupils dilated ,
Hands cold ,
Heart beats to minimal,
As a cold silence
Speads its wings.

They exist
As a group of unhappy souls.
Cursing their past
Wishing same havoc to others.
Psychos in disguise
They may appear to be
Normal people with abnormal reflexes.

To break your peace
Thats not in their interest
Is their biggest concern.
To snatch away ,
What you build with tears.

They are carriers of Bleeding memories ,
Of their inefficient action
That could have been avoided
But eneded in misery.
With memories that refuse to leave their mind,
They roam earth with the message of pain.

Beware of their sting

Your mind will be obsessed,
And body paralysed.
Stuck in time ,
You will lie still
In the gallows of fate.

No one can hear you scream ,
And no one can help you out.
Everyone dreads misery
And no one wants it for free.

You may be confused
To listen to his face
And watch his words.
Break away from his spell
And that

you - must -

Make up your mind
You have to survive
Listen to his words
And watch his face

Does his words have worth,
As in making you strong
So that you can guide your brothers -
Carrying his flag of peace
When he hits his grave.

As in making you wise
that you may not commit mistakes again
So you can devote your time
For things that can make you even better.

If not , shake it away

Does his face looks friendly
Even for the sake of making you at ease.
So that he can sooth the pain
That has manifested as a misery.

Or does it look frank
For the sake of telling you the truth.
so that you won't confuse him as just another
Flesh eater that passed your way.

If not , shake it away

They feed on your pains
So hide it from them.
They are happy when you are defenseless
So Sharpen your mind and body.

So much so
Next time a strangler pass your way.
His knees should shake
And heart skips a beat.

Make the message clear
:: Don't Fuck With me ::
And do so with a smile.

Tatoo your face
On their faces.
Just to make sure
They hide it even from themself.

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Be sober , be vigilant ; because your adversary the devil , as a roaring lion,walketh about , seeking whom he may devour ."                                  - Peter 5:8