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.