He's out on the prowl, no plan in mind,
Just looking to see what he can find,
Scanning the streets for another kill,
To feed his lust and give him a thrill.
He'll take his time cause he's in no rush,
Like a snake waiting for it's prey to crush,
Stealthily moving through the shadowy streets,
He spots a young woman sat on some seats.
It's not the best place for a woman after dark,
Sat on a seat in a lonely park,
But her head's all fuzzy cause she's had a drink,
She's split with her boyfriend and wants time to think.
There's no one around as he creeps up behind,
And to the fires of hell she is now consigned,
His hand's over her mouth and she's trying to bite,
As he slides in the knife and quenches her fight.
Plunging the blade in again and again,
Listening to the music of her screaming in pain,
Her body's now slumped on the cold grassy floor,
As he slips into the shadows searching for more.
© A S May 2013
