Slasher

Hide in the closet and hope to survive.
Do you not feel the creep that keeps you alive?
Peekaboo, I’m here; its time to run away.
If you’re not quick you’ll die tonight, ok?

Bound up the steps fleeing to nowhere.
Pretty on point that you begin to feel despair.
Reality strikes and you want out.
Only way that’s happening is if your blood begins to spout.

Think I’m crazy and say I’m unhinged.
Bit too late when you’re part of the binge.
I say Marco and you try not to breathe.
Yet you’ll panic will mount when you hear me unsheathe.

Stab.
Slash.
Slice.
Scrape.
Cut to the bone.
Wound will gape.
Gouge.
Twist.
Drive.
Sever.
Out of this horror you will not be delivered.

Hide in the closet and hope to survive.
Do you not feel the creep that keeps you alive?
Peekaboo, I’m here; its time to run away.
If you’re not quick you’ll die tonight, ok?