Waiting, waiting, for the time to strike
Knife in hand, late at night
Hear footsteps, heart starts beating
Man apears, starts retreating
Waits longer, for his next
Thoughts about, sliting necks
Palms are sweating, patients thin
Soon he will, commit his sin
Anothers feet, walking along
Unknowingly, things are wrong
Young and fragile, this next one
Soon her life, will be done
When the time is right, he strikes
Taking the innocent, into the night
Muffled screams, never heard
If only she turned, on that curb
Knife now bloody, a body at his feet
Laughing so maliciously, down the street
This shadow has taken, a life with pleasure
Takes a match to the body, for good measure
Her eyes now cold, staring into the night
Endlessly-forever, a painful sight