9.The Decision
I have come
You're not any more than a harsh scent that fouls my nostrils
Beg - you're begging for your worth and falling short of...
Change will do you no good now
Squirm - your helpless struggles form my entertainment and I
laugh
For the choice has already been made and was not mine
Breathe like you have your last breath to look forward to and
you do
For I offer only pity and have run thin of...
Mercy pleas won't save you now
My fingertips caress your fragile neck and hold on firm
And as I squeeze I hear you wheeze and watch your body squirm
Around your reddening face my tightening brace continues strong
Your bloody screams out only seems to me a joyous song
Feel me breathe in your last breath
Let me bathe in bloody death
Feel the blood lining your neck
Let me bathe in bloody death
I, I'm not to blame
No it is something deep inside of me
I, I'm not insane
No there is something taking hold of me
You're not any more than a harsh scent that fouls my nostrils
Beg - you're begging for your worth and falling short of change
Breathe - like you have your last breath to look forward to and
you do
For I offer only pity and have run thin of mercy
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