The boy walks alone, angered
He downplays her death
He does not fear danger
He wants her lifeless, out of breathe
The thought is strong, it is real
The blade sharp, it is steel
The blood, it drips it pours
The pool is there, he wants more
The puddle, crimson and warm
Her face, no expression
She thought it be safe, her dorm
Her parents, soon in depression
He smiled as another is dead
Laughs as the it drips from her head
He loves death
He'll never forget her last breath
A day rolls on, red and blue
The pig asks, "Who?"
He watches from afar
Staring at her blood in a jar
The world, it mourns
As he sits in the shadows
Knowing her family is torn
He is a monster
He cannot be stopped
Another will suffer
He just cannot stop
He feels too much of a rush
He keeps the blood
He keeps the blade
He has a collection
He is an animal
He is, enraged