Huddled in the corner not wanting to die,
As the terror engulfs you, you begin to cry,
He knows you're scared, he can smell the fear,
The tension rises as he gets near.

The flash of steel as he draws his knife,
Now panic takes over as you fight for your life,
Kicking and punching with all your might,
But he relishes the prospect of a good fight.

A cut to the arm and a slash to the face,
The blood's flowing freely all over the place,
The pleasure in his eyes is plain to see,
There's nowhere in the world he would rather be.

Ask him the question and he'll tell you no lie,
He's really enjoying watching you die,
The excitement's too much as he goes over the top,
Hacking at your body, he never wants to stop.

You feel the energy as it slowly drains,
And the last piece of life trickles from your veins,
Now the fun's over what can he do,
The answers quite simple, just find someone new.

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