Saint Brice's Day

 These bodies occupy my closet.
Bloody, mangled ,and twisted.
Piled higher than i can reach.
and my collection is not yet complete.

you may very well be my next.
It try my best to hide this monster.
We all have our limits.
But when i reach mine there will be broken necks.

My closet is a sight worst than a massacre.
Here my victims are put on display.
Those people will regret the day they met me.
and these killings they just seem to recur.

We all have our secrets.
mine may be dark.
but am i really all that different.
Don't we all have a few skeletons in our closet.