Catching Up

His throat is gone, as if he missed
His hand still finished, barrel kissed
That makes it two, with missing toes
One less eye and broken bones
Clearly he knew when at the end
He forced himself to contend
There’s no DNA match, as if a ghost
We’ll have to wait, maybe he’ll boast

Dear all who think them smart
I flutter about, tearing apart
You seek and search, as if I’m near
I hope you simply sleep in fear

My whole plans have been executed
As if suicide were something to be betted
You trace a path that can’t be repeated
I am smarter, I can’t be defeated
Just remember, this is your fault
Don’t forget, I can’t be bought
If you try again, I’ve planned ahead
Eat your brain, I’m already dead

Dear all who think them smart
I flutter about, tearing apart
You seek and search, as if I’m near
I hope you simply sleep in fear