As you hold the cheap, cold point, All you see is a prey in the midst And in your mind red and black, you concoct It was a trophy you held after the hunt something that will put you on top of the world. The scream you heard is a laugh the cry you heard is a tickle, Everything for you is sanity, A normal act in your life. Power and dominance are your friends, But they see you as the slave, Someone who does the unthinkable A mind that can make wrong from right. You never knew it was coming, Never even dare to ask what was it, You just let the cold hand cool you, AS you turn everything to pieces. what made you invincible was the high, and you crave and rave about it. Never did your impulse say “let go”. Life for you is a hunting ground of the innocent, And you were on top, the king, the commander Not to be disobeyed, holding every moment Relive, revisit, and rejoice For the Killer’s high.
The killer’s high