Up and down the hall I pace,
I can see the expression on your face.
At first, surprise, and then the fear,
Wash over you now as I come near.
You’re gagged and bound, both hands and feet
Listen for the cars passing by in the street.
The muffled screams of sheer torture and hell,
From the school down the street you can hear the bell.
It tells you the time, for some its lunch,
You’re about to die, you have a hunch.
On a table beside you, there are cleavers and knives,
You wish you where a cat because they have nine lives.
The knife that cuts you moves with precision,
I become more elated with each new incision.
The look in your eyes speaks volumes to me,
I love taking my time, it fills me with glee.
One more slice, a cut maybe two,
Its time to wrap up, I have more work to do.
After you’re dead, I feel so sad,
When that feeling is gone, then I get mad.
Out on the hunt, I search for my next friend,
It wont be long until I play once again.
SO watch where you’re going, and with whom you speak,
                                         It just may be the death of you ,because I am very weak