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So silently by Acatalepteron
So silently, so silently
Creep into his mind
He doesn’t know I’m here yet
He can’t smell me
He can’t smell the blood
Small beginnings greater ends
Slowly, slowly
The pathetic fool
He’s mine
Triumph, blood, I can taste it already
Maybe he’s going insane
Soon he’ll wonder
Soon I’ll say something
Just say something, just a little
Frighten him
Let him catch the scent
I can smell it already
Smell the fear
Smell the blood
Isn’t it amusing?
I think I’m drunk already
I can feel the terror
I can taste it. I can smell it
It’s intoxicating, refreshing
Say something else
Frighten him more
Not to much, and silently
Take it slowly
Wrap around
He can’t escape
He’ll always be mine
I’ve done it
Asked the question
Now he starts to wonder
Pathetic fool
Is there a difference?
Insane, or Me
There is not, I make him insane
He’s loosing his edge, slipping
I can feel him sliding
Don’t get too drunk
Not yet, but soon
Isn’t it glorious?
I can taste the blood
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