Serial Killer

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And yet, another dark and ominous poem from my sick and twisted mind. Lol.

He stalks the night

Without making a sound

Nobody knows him

All these victims abound

 

Sharpens his blade

Til it gleams in the light

Hoping to slice

Someone's neck in the night

 

He's a serial killer 

And he's come out to play 

Nobody can stop him

He's here to stay

 

Many have tried

To escape his grip

Many have tried

To give him the slip

 

You can try to run

You can try to hide

But before you know it

He is by your side

 

He's a serial killer 

And he isn't a joke

Wrap his hands around your neck

And squeeze til you choke

 

Stay inside, and lock your doors

For he is out tonight

He doesn't listen to reason

He doesn't care about your plight

 

All he knows

Is death and despair

He'll leave you bleeding in the streets

Or gasping for air

 

A gleaming sharp blade

Is his weapon of choice

As it sinks deep into your skin

Oh, he does rejoice

 

He's a serial killer 

And he's come out to play 

With so many victims

Oh, what an array

 

Hiding in the darkness

Or out in plain sight

Nobody knows him

This stalker of the night

 

Choosing his victim

Is his favorite thing

You better watch your back 

Or you'll feel his sting

 

Stalking his victims

Like a lion stalks his prey

Running is futile

This killer wants to slay

 

This killer knows his business

And he's keeping score

He'll send you to hell

Where you'll burn forevermore 

 

So heed my warning

And stay inside

Or this demon of the night

Will take you for one hell of a ride

 

He's a serial killer 

And he's come out to play

Nobody can stop him

He's here to stay

 

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