Head

"Where am i"  
 
The air  
Became frozen  
The walls of the chamber  
Slide with a icey ambiance.  
 
Just the place  
For a little bit  
Of murder,
He thought.  
 
..Who am i?
 
Stacy ran as fast as her  
Chubby legs could carry her,  
Unable to suport her weight  
Stacy fell over a electrical cable  
Secured to the floor.  
 
Flying through the air  
Like a cannonball  
She lands in a heap  
With a sickining thud.  
 
She felt the 8 inch knife  
Enter the back of her neck  
Exiting through her jugular  
Splitting open her throat  
And painting the floor  
A deadly shade of crimson.  
 
...What am i?
 
Stacy opened her eyes  
Inhailing the baltic air  
She had no idea  
What had happned,  
Somthing had changed,  
But she couldont  
Quite put her finger  
On it.