I am the substance, that puts terror into the heart.
Causes the hair on your neck to sound attention.
Cloud, clear minds with paranoia and sirens to scream.
Disappearing incognito....
Dressed in a hoodie and fitted,
With a pocket full of caps.
Randomly giving dirt naps, I am picky bout my prey.
Although at times, I have a hunger to feed like a Sunday buffet.
Cross my way, you'll be tucked away.
Buried with a hatchet in your chest.
Sickly separated, delivered to local delicatessens.
It's just one of my many lessons.
Better yet torture sessions.
For the enlightenment of your pain.
Arouses every sensation, through the body up to the brain.
Mentally I play games until you plead for your soul, to be released from it's shell.
I'm just a gate keeper, handing out invites....
To Heaven or Hell.
For my face, no-one knows it.
I could be your best friend.
Or someone you vaguely noticed.
With an recognizable motive.
See, many men with death.....
So I grant them those wishes.
The thoughts that they would never act upon.
With this anger that's explosive, like a time bomb.
Shit, it's only a matter of time.
For the next outcome.....
You can't guess the next victim....
Is it you, you, you or possibly you!
No matter when, I'll be seeing you!
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