Serial Killer

Chained in my basement  
They’re rattling around  
How I love when they struggle  
I savour their fearful sound
 
I slowly walk down the stairs  
The steps creaking underneath me
I meet their gaze, their eyes filled with despair  
 
Meet, meat,
Their flesh is just a piece of meat  
And I’m ready to start carving  
 
They scurry to the corners  
Pulling their chains taught  
 
I hold a blade tight  
I toss is from my left hand to my right  
Every step makes them tremble  
Their complexions are drained and white  
 
Oh, we’re going to have some fun tonight