Stalking...

Silver slashes in ebony sky
Made by knives of lightning
Leaving scars across his eye
Memories; most frightening

Raindrops dripping, streaming
Sluice his muddy skin
The water leaves him steaming
He's anxious to begin

Victim hides among the weeds
He has no chance at all
The wounds he bears, they bleed
He staggers, nearly falls

The splash and moan of agony
Draws attention to him now
Killer has no sympathy
For the suffering on his brow

Now you see what is done
In this game you play
Of course; it's just... having fun
I thought that's what you'd say

You push their bodies to the end
Their hearts are pounding so
Brains scream and go around the bend
And you just let them go

Their deaths are not on your hands
You didn't touch them at all
Chasing them over the muddy sands
When they couldn't run, they'd crawl

Well, how do you like this game of mine?
I know that you don't play so well
But for me, that's just fine
I love it when you yell

Let's play some more, ready to go?
Ohhh... catch your puny breath
It's not as fun, when you're too slow
Unless it is your death

So run some more and give me sport
Try to get away
Don't give up now. I exhort
You've really made my day!

Alas, I see that you are spent
Too tired to run away
It was fun, as it went
And I have to cheer hooray

The sound of ripping, tearing skin
Screams echo in the night
Guts and blood, Killer's grin
The last thing in his sight