Im a cold-blooded killer Who stalks in the night

I wonder what you say when you see the bloody sight

I hear your breath hitch, as light touchs my bleached face

I see you take a step back, challenging to a race

I want to hear your screams, Acting as a fuel for me.

I am a cold-blooded killer, who stalks through the night -
I pretend it didn't happen, that I let my prey away

I feel my hoodie rip, and Jane pulled me away

I touch the wall for balance, then I feel the fist hit

I worry for my life when she delivers a strong kick

I cry when she leaves, feeling nothing for me.

I am a cold-blooded killer, who stalks in the night -
I understand your pain, you stared at your death.

But I want you to know that ill let you have another breath

I dream that we're together, but its not as it seems

I try to imagine you with your blood in the banket seams

I hope that it will end, as I bring up the knife

I am still the cold-blooded killer, who stalks through the night

(A/N)-

I had to do this poem stuff for a project at School and it came out kinda ok so I decided to whack it on here.

Sorry if it looks sorta choppy but I tried my best. I might do a recording of this and post it on my Youtube or TinDeck