The Talented Mind
Skin growing cold
Body on the floor
Not a drop of blood in sight
Pulse is faint
Almost gone
Soul taken to an awaiting Heaven
Sliding the knife
Around in circles
Murderous hands hold
Mind so clever
Dangerously ill
Not someone easy
To decipher
Never caught
The killer was
He had his fun
With thirty bodies
And not a single slither of evidence ever was found
Body on the floor
Not a drop of blood in sight
Pulse is faint
Almost gone
Soul taken to an awaiting Heaven
Sliding the knife
Around in circles
Murderous hands hold
Mind so clever
Dangerously ill
Not someone easy
To decipher
Never caught
The killer was
He had his fun
With thirty bodies
And not a single slither of evidence ever was found