Insanity
'Jingle' went the handle,
'Bang!' went the door.
The wind blew in
All cold and dry.
A man ran in,
Knife held in hand.
It sparkled in light,
Ready for the kill.
He's in the kitchen.
His victim's still alive.
She ran and screamed.
It was no use.
The knife was thrown,
Cutting her little hand.
Her screams turned louder,
Blood drips from wound.
The man smirked triumphantly,
His teeth showed yellow.
His eyes shined green,
He showed no sanity.
Running to the door,
Fear ran her system.
No stopping her now,
Just let her go.
She had no friends,
Her family was gone.
Everyone else just left.
Now she's all alone.
In an empty house
Is where she resided.
Confused and completely ignored.
The brink of sanity.
No one could help.
Not like they would.
Everyone gave up hope.
She had no chance.
The killer chased her.
Smelling like cigarette smoke.
This was his choice.
His life was worse.
Born an ugly baby,
His parents were murdered
By killers like him.
That's how he changed.
Deranged in his mentality,
The holy blood terror.
He ran after her,
Knife gleaming in hand.
After awhile she stopped.
He stopped chasing her,
Or so she thought.
Crumbling leaves sound behind.
He finally found her,
His malicious grin forming.
Bringing down the knife
That ended her life.
It started to storm.
The winds picked up,
Lightning colored the sky,
Thunder sounded like rumbling.
The man was calm.
No worries for him.
If he only knew
The twist of fate.
Lightning quickly came down,
It struck a tree.
The tree near him.
Was this the end?
Apparently not, my friend.
He dodged the tree.
Evil shall not prevail.
That evil is him.
Screaming in holy terror,
He ran back home.
But he didn't live
To see his fate.
The trees came down.
All one by one.
Blocking his way out,
Death was finally there.
A man in black.
No face is seen.
His scythe in hand,
Ready to claim justice.
Death brought it down.
It just barely missed.
It struck the tree,
Splitting it in half.
The man ran away,
Screaming all the way.
He's scared, I'd say.
Death was not done.
Following the wet trail,
It led to there.
Grave with his name,
Years 1958 to 2009.
Fifty-one-years-old,
An elderly person indeed.
A death too young.
Although justice will prevail.
The man yelled out,
"Oh dear God help!"
But not help came.
Would any help come?
Hopefully they will not.
Justice will be served.
He deserved to burn
On the wooden cross.
Death swung his scythe
Upon this angered soul.
Slicing his head open,
Bleeding out all gore.
This killer is gone.
Thank Lord for this.
But there's many more.
Too bad for that.
'Bang!' went the door.
The wind blew in
All cold and dry.
A man ran in,
Knife held in hand.
It sparkled in light,
Ready for the kill.
He's in the kitchen.
His victim's still alive.
She ran and screamed.
It was no use.
The knife was thrown,
Cutting her little hand.
Her screams turned louder,
Blood drips from wound.
The man smirked triumphantly,
His teeth showed yellow.
His eyes shined green,
He showed no sanity.
Running to the door,
Fear ran her system.
No stopping her now,
Just let her go.
She had no friends,
Her family was gone.
Everyone else just left.
Now she's all alone.
In an empty house
Is where she resided.
Confused and completely ignored.
The brink of sanity.
No one could help.
Not like they would.
Everyone gave up hope.
She had no chance.
The killer chased her.
Smelling like cigarette smoke.
This was his choice.
His life was worse.
Born an ugly baby,
His parents were murdered
By killers like him.
That's how he changed.
Deranged in his mentality,
The holy blood terror.
He ran after her,
Knife gleaming in hand.
After awhile she stopped.
He stopped chasing her,
Or so she thought.
Crumbling leaves sound behind.
He finally found her,
His malicious grin forming.
Bringing down the knife
That ended her life.
It started to storm.
The winds picked up,
Lightning colored the sky,
Thunder sounded like rumbling.
The man was calm.
No worries for him.
If he only knew
The twist of fate.
Lightning quickly came down,
It struck a tree.
The tree near him.
Was this the end?
Apparently not, my friend.
He dodged the tree.
Evil shall not prevail.
That evil is him.
Screaming in holy terror,
He ran back home.
But he didn't live
To see his fate.
The trees came down.
All one by one.
Blocking his way out,
Death was finally there.
A man in black.
No face is seen.
His scythe in hand,
Ready to claim justice.
Death brought it down.
It just barely missed.
It struck the tree,
Splitting it in half.
The man ran away,
Screaming all the way.
He's scared, I'd say.
Death was not done.
Following the wet trail,
It led to there.
Grave with his name,
Years 1958 to 2009.
Fifty-one-years-old,
An elderly person indeed.
A death too young.
Although justice will prevail.
The man yelled out,
"Oh dear God help!"
But not help came.
Would any help come?
Hopefully they will not.
Justice will be served.
He deserved to burn
On the wooden cross.
Death swung his scythe
Upon this angered soul.
Slicing his head open,
Bleeding out all gore.
This killer is gone.
Thank Lord for this.
But there's many more.
Too bad for that.