Laughter echoed about the room,

The tormenting sound coming from his lips.

His eyes, dark and soulless, gave me chills

As I stare up in pity.

He speaks of true killer

And strikes when least expected.

That’s how I lost my parents

And everybody else I cared for.

Killer; the word just suits him well.

Victim; a word that tests my fate.

He slaughtered amore than five dozen

And I know I am next.

He bounces on the balls of his feet,

Ready to strike at any moment.

His head tilted and eyes narrowed,

Looking, searching for the right opportunity.

However, I never knew freedom tasted so good,

For he released me with a sigh.

I shot up and ran to get away from him,

But I collapsed, choking, bleeding out on the floor.