Monday, November 19, 2012


You think you know me
You see what I choose
While my alternate
Stays a well-kept secret
As I creep out into the night
Undetected, unsuspected
I have the routine down
Patented and printed
With them on my trail
I worry only about you
Your possible discovery
As I kiss you good night
The night is now mine
To stalk my prey
To lure my victims
I happily take their life
I hope you think me sane
A normal functioning man
I just hope you know
The need of death I possess
One that is insatiable
I must please and facilitate
Until the day I am run down
And shackled in chains

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