Every night he goes to sleep
He hears the little tune
"Tic toc goes the clock
It's now past three
Tic toc
Fire a shot
Hide the body and leave
Tic toc
Or sneak in the house
Muffle the screams and stab
Toc tic
Once you kill
Karma will get you bad"
One night he couldn't sleep
He sprang off his bed
Came to his feet
Heard a person coming up the stairs
Karma got him good
For this is the murderous cycle song
YOU ARE READING
Out There
PoetryPoems from my mind, which is out there scattered in the galaxy. This book will tend to be off, but that's ok.
