Twitching within a deep scare
No time for luck or kind prayers
Its the stalking sex type game
The one that brings only shame
Thoughtlessly bragging I digress
Hold on tight for it I shall digest
Lost in the shade of the chase
Night falls and there is no grace
From behind I feel the fingers
Deathly cold the touch still lingers
Fight or flight, take or escape
Once caught the kill takes shape
I allowed myself to touch its hair
Smothered in guilty love I feel bare
It has been gagged and tightly bound
It hopes but help will never be found
I want to hear it beg for my mercy
And then I shall commit the heresy
I am the dreaded fear that has purpose
With hidden blade I shall not be a carcass
I will shred the braided ropes that bind
And embody the frayed for I am the grind
My Death is his here but I shall survive
The killers bold gaze will never thrive
My hope validated for my prey is sly
With all my power I gouge out the eyes
My fury and vengeance shall be vicious
The taste of death is wonderfully delicious
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