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Breathe

Dead air

Choking on the fumes

Expelled by rotting bodies

Corpses lie half consumed

The rest preserved for more

In a forest cabin

There lives a twisted mind

Consumed by insanity

He hunts men to devour

The knife twists and turns

A stalker that developed

A taste for human flesh

They say don’t interfere

Or face a cleaver’s edge

Faceless human victims

Piles in the bog

A bounty on his head

Killings in the fog

Dwelling in the woods

Hiding in the shadows

Striking those alone

Maiming till they’re stiff

All have tried and failed

To silence this one man

His psyche has turned black

Now all he sees is red

Choking on the fumes

Expelled by rotting bodies

Corpses lie half consumed

The rest preserved for more

In a forest cabin

There lives a twisted mind

Consumed by insanity

He hunts men to devour