MAN IN BLACK

MAN IN BLACK

They could never see me as I was a shadow in the night,
But I could always see the paralyzing terror in their eyes.
The way their ears would peak at the sounding of my feet
My arousal would reach new heights at the drumming of
      heart beats.
True wickedness inspired by the coming kill
Their petrified screams elevating my growing thrill.
Blood splashes on brick walls like a master artist’s stroke
As I listen intently at the very last utterance they spoke.
It is like sweet melodies to my peaking ears,
A joy that has never lost its novelty in all these years.
Stories in the papers print tales of this and that
But the only thing they ever got right was the knife and
      Man in black.