I can feel you watching me
hands like ice upon my spine
i can see you hunting me
Smiling when you see me cry

I fear your deadly touch
that steals my breath away
and makes me
beg for death

I try to run away from you
but you laugh at he
and pull me back
right to the beginning

And when you tire
and have had your fun
you leave me, your toy
For another day
 
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