Killa

He walks in small steps in the dead of night,he's a murderer his victims filled with fright,his eyes are as cold as ice,as he walks through the walls,your heart will fall,as you lay in bed you can hear him crawl,the floor is creeping inside you're weeping,you see the Axe blade rise,choppity chop chop,you're going to die,there goes an arm there goes a leg,oh my gosh there goes your head,he senses your blood and he loves that smell,drinking your blood to him is swell,he takes your eyes and squeezes them for juice,he's partially dead partially alive,once he's done with you he'll hide your remains,he's going to get rid of all the blood stains,people say he is lame but everyone knows killing is his game...