A strangling grip,
a choke hold,
there's no point in fighting back no more.
The pale red eyes gazing,
their shades changing,
I see doubt,
and not only on my soon-to-be cold lips.
This is where they always doubt,
where they sense the fear is brushing over,
and it's certainly not me,
not this time.
Faint,
and they'll break,
a burst of screams.
How theatrical is this,
killing an old man?
Ei kommentteja:
Lähetä kommentti