16 June 2012
His cold hard stare Will suck you into his world The darkness is all he knows His lips all chapped and furled
Sandpaper feel face He hasn't shaved for days A deathly aroma Upon his clothes stays
He prowls at night Watches by day Waiting for a lone female Into his path they'll stray
He has done this many times Has it down to a fine art Saviours every last breath As the life from his victim departs
He has a cold black heart Psychopathic in every DNA strand Never has he known emotion Emotions he don't understand
To look into those eyes You know you don't have long He has your life in his grip A psychopathic grip so strong
Psychopathic • Opuss № I