How would it feel
To strangle someone
Watch the life drain out of him
As his eyes bulge with asphyxia
See the bluish tinge of death
Mark his face as lawful territory
Such are the ugly thoughts
That swarm inside my head
Thought of killing, thoughts of death
Nightly visions cauchemardesques
Where I am not the killer but the prey
Being hunted in the night
By looming shadows on the walls
Paving the way to my tombstone

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