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Frenzy

Just like a feline hunting its prey
He stalks his victims by night and day
Lurking in the shadows he hears a voice
Then he sees a face and makes his choice

As he trails he can hear them talk
Laughing and joking as they walk
The crossroads reached, they bid farewell
He heads home and she heads for hell

She arrives home and opens the door
Then the next thing she knows she's on the floor
He's slashing at her skin with all his might
As she's kicking and punching and trying to fight

Faster and harder as the frenzy sets in
He relentlessly slashes her crimson skin
Then roughly dragging her by the coat
It's into the kitchen where he slits her throat

The deadly deed now over and done
He must look somewhere else to find some fun
So it's out and about wherever that may be
To begin his quest for number three

© A S May 1985

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