As I sit there,
Looking at your struggling figure,
Trying to get out of the chair I tied you too.
I start laughing and you look up in terror,
I stand up and you try to recoil but the chair stops you.

The instruments of your demise glint in the dim light,
But one, my faithful knife, catches my eye.
I pick it up and hear you try to scream.
As it drags across your skin, you writhe in pain,
As the blood wells up, I can't resist and I plunge the knife deep.

The knife stained with your crimson blood,
It tastes so good as I lap it up
Like a blood hungry cat with savage eyes.
If only you knew how long I've waited,
Waited to watch you die at my hands.

I take a step back and look at my masterpiece.
You sit there, dead and mutilated,
Your eyes, glassy and wide, are ripped from your head,
And are added to my collection.
As I leave, I call the police, sounding like a terrified little girl.

Your case goes unsolved and I stay free,
To keep up with the torture I create.
You lay rotting six feet under with my secret.
As another body turns up, it is added to my kill count,
I am never caught, like the Zodiac Killer,
And will stay that way till I die.