I strolled down the dark, damp alley
I had this strong feeling that somebody was stalking me.
I let out a sigh and turned my back,
But I didn't see a thing, it was pitch black.
It was breezy and cold with the moon shining bright.
But my thought were telling me that I'll see a fright.
I shrugged off my thoughts and went on and on.
Until I see something that just came on.
Four bodies were found; all brutally murdered.
This was the news I heard from the lady carrying a bird.
My heart was throbbing. Where could the murderer be?
I walked faster and faster so the murderer won't sight of me.
I am wearing a thick coat and a jacket.
I couldn't help but to grab my hat and flap the snow in it.
I wore it and placed it back the same way as before.
Then a tingling sound, I heard on the floor.
I saw was it is; It's a bloody silver knife.
Why could've it fall out on my jacket this wintery night?
As I repeat. Where could this murderer be?
I know know that I am a psycho and realized that the murderer was me
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