Peek-a-boo.... they can't see you but I do. A predator,  slowly stalking your prey in the night. You creep... I could stop you but my adrenaline overcomes me. I'll let you ****... but not too much because this is not about you...the victim...no... this is about me. I can see... you strangle them and miles apart you separate the stench of death for all eternity. The sensation you feel when you ****, I can feel it inside me...I suffocate it, every breath , ill drain you...paint battle scares on my face with your blood and torment your soul until I feel it cleanses me. Your body is still warm... by the fire how does feel to be a victim? I cut your skin and make a quilt , just like a tapestry of all those people you killed. In a blanket of you skin I shall sleep... but first should stop watching you sleep mr killer...when you're ******* them , ill be ******* you... sleep tight.. bwaaah! 😆