The Thrill

i have a need in you i feed it's the thrill of the kill no more running no more fight left in your slumber clean away the night horrid clouds move in, gray darkened shapes slobbering sheets of rain invade your domain you lie still or it will be your fate slowly your face the face in your common place the want of a love so deep it will devour your mind just for the taste your limp body will ceased to exist everything you thought real is dead and gone i have a need in you i feed mr. emerson said it best "every minuet you are angry , is 60 seconds lost with peace" i will consume you and your love deep down you like it the rage , the silence of the kill