Tonight you are going to suffer and I will be the last glimpse of anything you see.
Is pain real?
Do you believe in pain?
I want to walk away but I sit and watch you slowly fall in and out of consciousness.
Grab your chest, feel your heart wanting to break through.
The throbbing grows and turns into a steady pound.
This is real; fear is real.
Do you believe in fear?
The leisure of my scolding action happens to leave a staggered expression on your bloated face.
The impact leaves a scar.
Can you smell the concern; this rancid scent of horror?
I am always amazed how little I know you.
- Pain & Panic
- A Rush & Siege
- I Give in
- With Pitiless Blows