A Killers Night

I follow him down the alley way

Staying in the shadows following him like prey

I slip the knife from my sleeve into my hand

I cover his mouth and slit his throat like i planned

But i go one step further and mutillate the body beyond recognition

I know i shouldn't but it's a lovely, cruel addiction

I call the police saying i've seen a horrid sight

I say that i saw it when drunk that night

They're none-the-wiser not thinking i've done it

Especially since i don't look like a misfit

I show them the body and hang back

As i pull out my butchers knife and go to attack

Four dead bodies litter the streets

I walk back thinking "What a sweet sweet treat"

I go home and put their fingers on a tray

And i'll wait for the next night for someone to slay