The rigid, twisted face that staring through the
cold, vague mist
In it's eyes, frantic lust, but soothing calm at
the same time
Strange intentions appear as I fear in the silence
of the screaming wind

That blow the trees in the darkness and brings
coldness in the heart
A never ending nightmare in the forest
Is this real? Or is it just my overactive imagination?

Haunting incubus
It follows me, depravity from the core
I must escape from his choking grasp

Leave me be, stop stalking me you fucking shit
I must act before it does
Kill or be killed

One smash to the head with a rusty shovel and
I'm done
Now the stalker's bleeding through iniquitous
wounds
And screaming for mercy, seeking for redemption
but now I have none

I've sealed the grave and covered the footsteps
That leads to the scene of the crime
Smell of a dead body's lingering
White faced and breathless

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