Our thoughts are our own

[Flow]

I prowl the street with a violent gaze
I howl and i shriek but its a silent daze
Fantasise of rape, the thrill of the chase
My Eyes fill with hate as I stare into space
I dream of the taste of their fear and grin
Seduction is the feel of my lips on their skin
I get an eruption, I love the corruption of sin
I whisper sweet nothings, gently brushing their hair
I kiss their cheeks flushing as I glare with a hungering stare
I pull up their skirt, stick my finger in without a fimble of care
I rip off their shirt, then i linger as i realise, no one is there....

... just another daydream filled with despair