old man sitting on the porch in a rocking chair
shot gun on his lap, old cap Hiding all his hair
He's heard the stories
about the Briarwood slasher
the head basher, gut thrasher, throat smasher
determined to put an end to him
the old mans finger on a trigger to satisfy his whim
Sitting behind a bush, is the maniac killer
the chest driller, the brain spiller, body tiller
waiting for the man on the porch to make sleep
so he can slowly and quietly crawl and creep
but the old man ever still, stays awake
anticipaiting all the moves the killer will make
yet the time rolls by and the killer's also still
with his knife in hand ready to fulfill his will
a cool breeze hits the man just right
and the behind the killers bush flashed a beaming light
reflected from the street lamp to the mans eyes
finally he stands up ready to laugh as the killer dies
he brings the gun up aiming at the lights reflection
but it's just an empty can on further inspection
the killers not there, and the old man sits back in his chair
hours pass, the old mans wait is done
and as he walks in his home
he finds the dead body of his son
swearing revenge, he'll kill his enemy
for the death of this son.....forever hunting his adversary |
Submission Name: Ash Kruller
