I wrote this from the point of view of a serial killer. A friend once said to me, I could give a psychopath a run for his money, so here we go -

Creeping through the nights of pain,
Creeping through but sounds restrain me,
The empty words are heard no longer, My grip on the knife turns stronger,
Thrusting, plunging, into your flesh,
Blood, blood, screams oh what a mess,
Wanna play this game with me,
But I'll be the one embracing Victory,
Thrusting, plunging into your flesh, the joy feels like eternity,
Run and hide, run and hide,
But don't you bruise my empty pride,
Creeping through the sounds of screams,
Creeping through your darkest dreams,
Thrusting, plunging, the blade goes deeper, deeper into your flesh,
Iron by blood being led,
Iron by blood being led,
Oh now now the fun is over you've dropped down dead,
Hmm I wonder,
Which soft flesh will my blade next plunge in,
Who will be my next victim......