I saw his face, he was laughing, and his eyes gazed maniacally
As he preyed upon strangers in the night.
It was random when he chose each victim
The young girl walking home alone,
The elderly man with his cane, putting groceries in his car
The waitress relieved to be off shift and going home to her family
He had no soul, he enjoyed the game, the hiding, the element of surprise,
Grabbing each victim's throat tightly with gloved hands and squeezing so hard, not daring to let go till each one relented, and gave up their life.
I had visions of him the night before, and needed to get to him before he reached them
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