"Murder spree"

     He lurks in the streets all night, sleeping during the day  
     His sick mind thinks it's a game with the rest of the world at play  
     In the shadows he stays, looking just hunting for pray, stalking every step of thier way as people walk up and down the block as he waits  
     The next day, onlookers and news crews watch as they inspect the bruise  
     Cops look for clues as theres no time to lose  
     Only one thing is for sure, they don't know who, but theres a killer on the loose!  
     Confused!!  
     Even thier chief of police is beyond disbelief, he starts to panic and freak when the media releases it's the third body this week  
     First victim was found dead,laying in her bed with a gaping hole drilled through her head, despite brains leaking out of her nose instead  
     He went on to the next file, reading how body two was found skinned and chopped up in a pile, near the kitchen, on the tile, next to a puddle of his own bile  
     As their Senior Officer Pig gets his thoughts together again, his mind spins like a whirlwind wondering how he will ever get this to end  
     And now that I'am standing here in this crowd watching detectives watching me, I see they finally found my clue in the pocket of dead body number three  
     "MY POEM!"  
     They look speechless, not knowing where this is going, taking turns reading, barely breathing, screaming "JESUS!"    
     Ha! I got them praying to a God they don't even believe in  
     There seeing the same poem you just viewed, simple and loud  
     How are they to damn retarded to figure out I am sitting here in the crowd?!  
     FUCK THIS!! I am bored, I need more!  
     Come on! Lets go see if we can find someone to become victim number four!!