bed time stories
was it me, carrying the sword
my heart aches
the arrow still there
shaking from the pain
but still going
2 dead bloody corpses behind me, wasted
but still looking for the one who shot me
some say i have a choice
but when it comes to this there is no other choice
i have to kill
it's been a while since i had some to feast on
i crave for some fresh blood
the smell inticing like incense in a shrine
longing for the ghosts
the taste of flesh drenched with adrenalin and fear
the salt of the sweat
and the purity
the urge is killing me
i am just awake for a moment
but i am going back to sleep
i need to find a place
i need to find her
i need to find him
and i need to get where i belong
if you try and stop me, i'll not hasitate
this is not some ego trip
this is beyond your comprehension
death is only a state of mind to me
and what you consider to be your life
is nothing but a waste of time and space.
can any one help me find her?
she has the key to where i should be
and if i ever get there
i would be happy and at peace
i long for a kill now
goosebumps raise my fur
my eye is almost open wide
and there is no way that i will be stopped
help me and i'll return the favor
i need to get back
i hear them coming
i can smell their fear
oh how i would like to feast
but not yet
not now
i need to be
hungry a little longer
i'm starving
monster, man, 47 jaar
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