Serial Killer

Serial Killers
Aren't very chiller.

Sure, they look at you
While you go boo hoo.

And sure they look at you
Like your the one that's cuckoo.

In reality
They are really into bestiality.

And as you breathe your last breath
You can feel your own death.

As they roam free
You are stuck in a tree.

And as the last victim gets away
It is only his dismay.

As he gets caught
Your family is in total distraught.

And as he stands trial
They say he will not walk the mile.

As he left the court
You are now distort.