Serial Killer

I'm the serial killer outside your house,
You're inside; we're playing cat and mouse.
I'm at your window, looking in,
I see the bumps rise on your skin.
I know you're in for a scare,
I know that you can sense that I am there.
You turn to the window, but nothing's a miss,
You laugh at yourself, and carry on in bliss.

I'm the serial killer inside your house,
I'm creeping through your kitchen, quiet as a mouse.
I grabbed a knife, sharp as can be,
I'm dressed in complete black, so you cannot see me.
I open the door to your room,
The quiet 'creak' was like a loud 'boom'.
You're asleep in your bed,
But it won't be long until you are dead.

I'm the serial killer stabbing your heart,
I know you're scared, I can feel you falling apart.
You're dead now, your spirit's in the air,
You could come back to haunt me, but I don't really care.
Your eyes are open, they're wide with fear,
But you can no longer see me nor can you hear.
You're covered in blood, a gruesome sight,
I stay for a few minutes, before I take flight.

I'm the serial killer outside a new home,
There are twins inside, chilled to the bone.
They've seen me, I can tell, but what are they to do,
They know that if they don't tell, they'll end up like you.
I went to their house, but one more time,
But they tricked me, and I passed the line.
The cops came and brought me to jail,
This place is cold and lonesome, a personal hell.

I'm the serial killer in prison, being judged for my crime,
But they've yet to judge me, and I'm waiting for a sign.
I've killed three more people in this hole,
But this is starting to mess with me, taking its toll.
They decided my fate today, I would be sent to death,
As I walk towards my execution, I feel at rest.
I feel the wind touching - carassing - my skin,
A bittersweet reminder of my ignorant sin.