A Lonely Path

After midnight, the moon's a sliver

finally found the key to the locks

The winds are cool, gave me a shiver

it's a lonely path that I walk

My head is a mess from what I just did

Still felt the sticky from the blood on my hands

it made me giggle like a kid

I gladly do what the voice commands

a sweet sick smell lingered in my nose

images flashed in my mind like a strobe light

but then again that's how it goes

I can still see the face after taking a bite

everything's colored in gray, black and red

to me a poetic combination

It's true everything I've said

I have this thing for human mutilation

My being alone makes people quiver

It's after midnight and the moon's a sliver

if you haven't realized it I'm a killer

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince