Die

Victim spotted, in a mind's eye

Learn to mistrust, time to die

Soft skin held

Tight in a hand

Now the cold skin

Holds his trance

Eyes fixated, on a plan of attack

No measure to small

No blood will lack

Groan of fear

Last breath expelled

Weakening grip

Innocent fall

Exitement arrise

Violent contact

Look into cold eyes

Homicidal rant

Veins empty blood

So much blood

Drawn from this blade

Tere will be no exemption

No one

All they must be slain

Be slain