Your mind perceives impulsive thoughts of violence,  A release from the pain of living by addicting to the pain of others  A release so fulfilling...    Deprivation of senses  Your opaque thoughts cloaking your frailty  Overwhelming portrayals of a life perishing  Like the birth of an unexpected still  Fading feelings of guilt, flux, solidifying into temptation  Of relieving a useless existence just to pacify a greed  The itch of your fingers, pressing on the choking, twitching neck  The rush of senseless life slipping away  As you scrape their existence, you can hear their faint helpless heaving  Although overwhelming, sick, dependant, twisted passion  Is what finally fails them sadly of their lives    Extracting their last breath, the ridding of the primitive (repeat)    You disdain the mournful!!