your scent
it`s on the ground
no matter how i fight it, my instinct hunts you down
your words
are so profound
and my appetite`s enticed by every single syllable you sound
as my instinct hunts you down
you roam
and you breathe
the midnight air - the spider`s web
the dust blows thru the trees
you roam
and you breathe
the midnight air - this tangled web
the fear blows thru the trees
i grope the air
my fingers clutch
your instinct to run is overcome in need of touch
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