To step inside his sick mind

Can you hear the footsteps ahead,
They sound so light and carefree.
I wonder if they'd like,
To take a little walk with me.

This shouldn't take long,
'Cause I've done it before.
The best was with that little girl,
On the restaurant's bathroom floor.

There's just something about,
The look upon their face.
The 'why me' expression,
As I tear at the lace.

Though, taking off their clothes,
Isn't the part for which I yearn.
Its the way they try to scream,
Because of the indescribable burn.

The tear that rolls down their cheek,
As they hope this is just a dream.
Then I make them believe its over,
Before stretching to extremes.

I wonder if they ever will realise,
That this releases all of my pain.
And just incase they donâ??t know,
I whisper "Thank You" again and again.

They think this all just a sick prank,
But really I went through it too.
I know exactly how they feel,
But to myself I must be true.

The night that it happened to me,
I swore revenge would follow.
I wanted to leave someone else,
Feeling shamed and hollow.

So, as the light steps walk past,
I turn and greet the doomed girl.
She didn't realise that tonight,
Would end her whole innocent world.