The scent of terror brought me here
Dripping blood and rain
The reflection of the neon liquor sign on the ground gleams
It gives a new, strange vibe that cannot be explained
Slamming the hood of a car
The sound
echos for a long, long time...
The pine trees lining the edges of the lot are slightly overwhelming
Try to be quieter, idiot
Quiet like the wing of a dove
There is an awful grating sound
In out in out
Breathing
It's the movement of the lungs inside the rib-cage
Or what was left of the rib-cage
A man in blue stares
He cannot smell fear the same way
Yet he reeks of it
And yet he smugly stands in the light
Knowing he is out of reach
Slip away and always look back
Never know when there will be the chance to kill
