Murder Story

Running, Breathing Heavy I Am Burning With Pain. Stained With Blood I Run Steady Into The Night. I Hold my bloody Chest Tight. I Thought It Through I Didn't think he'd Fight Like That, Weakend He still shoved Two Knifes Into Me. I Killed Him, His Wife Saw And Had To Flee. This Is Just One Of The Many Going To Happen Before This Night Is Done, I Will Go Down In Lore Just As The Zodiac Killer. The Police Will Lack Evidence, I Will Only Leave A Fleet Of Blood.

In The Night
A Sick Twist Is In Sight

I Have Been Killed. Im Not A Killer By Choice, Down In The Sight Of Hot Blood. I Have Risen To Fight Again. To Flood My Killer With More Then Just The Stab Of A Knife. The First Victim Of My Revenge: My wife.

She's sleeping, heavenly in a bed. I break the window, hoping to make her my widow, she screams. oh! What a wonderful scream it was! I tear at her throbbing neck,and Gleam into her eye. She knows me, from apast life, I was her. Husband, killed by a knife, from a zodiac killer. I Laugh, oh the joy! of killing my own wife, tearing her sweet smooth neck. Bit my sinewy bit, hearing her choke, hearing her...beg for mercy. The cries of "What'd I do?!" and "Why Me" echo the empty room.
To Be Continued..