8. sweet dreams

run for your life,
little time remains,
you hear the clang
of the knives and,
in the dead of night,
no light to guide you,
think you’ll survive?
head down the street,
it’s the only good lane,
think you’ll get away?
i would be very afraid.

stopped in your tracks,
a body, freshly slain,
blood runs down and
it drains, attempts to
save him are in vain.
you forget it’s a trap,
just as you look on,
should’ve got gone.
the beast jumps and
takes over your sight,
as you try to run off,
you’re just too late,
now with no escape,
the killer, post haste,
grabs by your face

*SLIT*

your body drops,
plops to the floor,
head in his hand,
who knows where
his throw will land?
looks like you just
weren’t that fast,
a thing of the past,
you aren’t his last,
the killing just has
to end en masse.
but you couldn’t
stop this mess,
now you’re dead,
decapitated head
on someone’s step,
and that one gets
a look at you and
a quick thrill before
heading off to bed.

sleep tight. sweet dreams.