From the Crimson Mist

Coated in evil, the hunter sulks on
Violently stalking his prey
Armed with a blade rusted in blood, the victim changes by day
Razor-sharp blades protruding his face, manifested in violent hate
The rush of cold air grants no relief
The diminishing survival rate

Limited room to run
Running out of room to hide
Struggling to fight this war
That I wage inside
Hatred consuming me
Want outweighs the need
Blood on the water and my tongue
I have only just begun

Find yourself lost deep in the woods, a sudden darkness ensues
The fog grows thick; a psychological trick
The mind is already consumed
Can't look back, lost sight of the path
Vision starts to fade
Physical torment hasn't even begun
No time to brace for attack

Limited room to run
Running out of room to hide
Struggling to fight this war
That I wage inside
Hatred consuming me
Want outweighs the need
Blood on the water and my tongue
I have only just begun

Blunt traumatic force
Straight hook to the skull
Shattered fragments of bone
Render the body dull
Forgiveness with vengeance
Blood-drawn, blind rage
Feel the air get thin
Your claustrophobic cage



Credits
Writer(s): Solace In Murder
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