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