Murder

To ring a neck with a rope so tight

To hear her scream with all her might

To have her will turn to fight

To see her eyes fill with fright

That was victim one.

To slice the neck with a knife

To hear him yelp for his life

To have him struggle with so much strife

To see him fear for not him but his wife

This was victim two.

To choke on poison is the best

To hear him breathe with nothing in his chest

To have him wearing a nice sweater vest

To see him at last finally rest

This was victim three.

To swallow water that settles in the lung

To hear what the voices had sung

To have nothing heard from the underwater tongue

To see this from her one so young

This was victim four.

To skin her and watch her bleed

To hear her try to secede

To have to give her the heed

To see me finish the evil deed

This was victim five.

To creep on in and cause a shriek

To hear someone yell "Good he got the freak"

To have in my hands this tiny geek

To see my complete mystique

This was victim six.

Victims seven and eight were not much different

Both try to break free, to escspe, to leave

The same old tune is all I kept hearing

I started to get bored and slipped up

This is where I made my mistake

To shoot yourself before your caught

To hear those of the swat

To have the things you once sought

To see them become nothing more than an aught

This was victim nine.

To lose one's self along the way

To hear the words I thought I'd never say

To have lost and now must pay

To see that now I must lay

This was victim ten.