Terror

Everybody in the depths of his inner soul lives his own individual terror.
You alone belong to people whose mind stray in the dimension of death.
Your imaginations, your soul, your heart were trapped into a swamp of Evil.
Desperately long for to will, you are notable to control your hatred.
The blade of knife stabs into the heart of hatred person,
his pain, his bloody body brings you a satisfaction,
You killed from hatred, you killed with pleasure.

Terror split in your veins.
Terror controls your brain.
Terror lives in you.
Terror controls your dreams.

This is your individual terror.
This is your individual dream.
You´re opening your eyes, suddenly.
You´re in every days world.
You were killing only in your imaginations.
It was just a bad dream.