The reasons I'm introverted

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In the dark of night, he roams 
With a knife that gleams and glows 
He preys on victims, one by one 
Leaving them slain, when he is done 

The streets are quiet, the air is still 
As he stalks his prey with an evil thrill 
He moves with stealth, he moves with grace 
A lethal predator in every space 

He strikes at will, with no remorse 
Leaving behind a deadly force 
The city is gripped with fear and dread 
As more victims fall, left for dead 

The police are hunting, but he slips away 
Vanishing into the night, a ghostly gray 
His trail is cold, his motive unknown 
The serial killer, forever on the roam 

So beware, my friends, when you walk alone 
For the serial killer might make you his own 
Stay safe, stay alert, and remain aware 
Lest you become his next victim, in despair.

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