Your mind perceives impulsive thoughts of violence,

A release from the pain of living by addicting to the pain of others

A release so fulfilling...



Deprivation of senses

Your opaque thoughts cloaking your frailty

Overwhelming portrayals of a life perishing



Like the birth of an unexpected still

Fading feelings of guilt, flux, solidifying into temptation

Of relieving a useless existence just to pacify a greed

The itch of your fingers, pressing on the choking, twitching neck



The rush of senseless life slipping away

As you scrape their existence, you can hear their faint helpless heaving

Although overwhelming, sick, dependant, twisted passion

Is what finally fails them sadly of their lives



Extracting their last breath, the ridding of the primitive [repeat]



You disdain the mournful!!