The Man With A Secret

Screams of agony surrounds this dark corridor
This darkness an sadness you cant ignore
Rips of flesh
Lead to floods of blood so fresh

Laughter from this sad man in black
In his evilness he doesn't lack
Lets out a crooked smile
When he looks at the organs which are stacked in a pile

Screams now turn to tears
Cause these are all of there fears
He stands over them once more
Cuts off their head then runs away closing the door

The screams an tears are now silent
For this man has killed the defiant
He smiles one last time
Then starts to cook them with a hint of lime

Chewing on the flesh of the weak
This man has started to reak
So he takes a shower
For nearly a hour

An goes back to work at wall street
Were himself goes to greet
All of his future victims in this war
Laughing cause they know not whats in store

One day a Charles walked up to this man in black
He read his name tag saying "Mack"
Charles found this funny cause mack was fat
Saying "can i call u big-mac" Mack peered as if he was a rat

Mack said "why yes sure you can call me that"
An with that on the ground he spat
Charles himself was a skinny "dude"
Mack asked "would you wanna come to dinner"not being shrewd

Charles being a new college graduate
Would have loved to eat from a dinner plate
So with a perfect smile reaching ear to ear
He said "when shall dinner start mack my dear"

Mack replied "be at 2132 maple rd at eight"
Licking his lips he was excited there was no debate
So Charles showed up right on time
Only problem is the house looked like a scene of a crime

Windows with bars over them an a look like he didn't care
As he stepped out death the sent was in the air
He pulled out the handkerchief out of his pocket
Covered his nose an looked eerily at his locket

When the locked struck eight a man appeared
He said "nothing is to be feared"
It is me "Big mac"
As Charles walked forward mack would surely attack

Only inches away is where the pole would lay
Charles laid there in horror an disbelief for this day
Struck in the head bleeding
From his body it was retreating

He couldn't say a word at all
Cause his tongue laid were he was to fall
Charles struggled there for a minute
Mack was preparing to skin it

Then Charles grabbed the pole near him
An cried cause he knew his chance was dim
Then he ran towards Mack
Who himself was prepared to attack

An tried his  hardest to whack him in the head
He wanted Mack to be dead
Then the concussion started
A slit from the back an he was departed

As he fell to the soft but solid ground
Nothing but a grunt is what came out as a sound
Big Mack laid there holding him for a while
Smiling so big with that crooked smile

Ripping an tearing of the flesh
Lead to floods of blood so fresh