He watches, he sees.
He actions what he believes.
He will take you and gut you clean
Meaningless sheep, death is your dream
Don’t pick up the phone
He is on the other side
Listening to you breathe,
Smelling the fear in your timid life
If you scream, he excites
If you struggle he likes fights
Stand still, take your stab
Just let the killer finish his job
Beautiful throat, head yearning for a bash
Knife razor sharp.
Hold your head back, slash.
But who is this devil?
This unleashed evil
Is it the Janitor that is always broke?
Or is it the garbage collector making jokes?
Well, to him killing is just a sport
For it was the millionaire who owns the yachts and golf courts.
Yes, that handsome man that petted your poodle.
A rich killer who made millions through Google.
Tonight is his night
Tonight is a night for blood
Some unlucky blond
Some unlucky bud
He will stab and cut, slash and tear
and give you cyanide to quench your fear.
© 2019 Clive Williams