Beginnings Of Melancholy

The flesh eating half being
Never really breathes and all that I see
Is meat I fiend deep
The horde I lead is between your street
Window and with in those thoughtless actions
A plotting madness of hockey masks Jasons
Bullets they just take them
Evil residents who dont mind living headless
Eversince I cleverly figured out how to severe these
Freaks, Now they move quick and kill like machines
Plauges mass murder its everything
You humans will be consumed and Im dropping the G Virus
All you have to do is look in my Iris
You will no longer be alive
Predators without a collection of spines