His cold hard stare
Will suck you into his world
The darkness is all he knows
His lips all chapped and furled
Sandpaper feel face
He hasn't shaved for days
A deathly aroma
Upon his clothes stays
He prowls at night
Watches by day
Waiting for a lone female
Into his path they'll stray
He has done this many times
Has it down to a fine art
Saviours every last breath
As the life from his victim departs
He has a cold black heart
Psychopathic in every DNA strand
Never has he known emotion
Emotions he don't understand
To look into those eyes
You know you don't have long
He has your life in his grip
A psychopathic grip so strong
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