Wicked Poem by Lidia Anderson

I walk down the street looking looking normal and plain,
But the truth is i have blood on my brain.
To strangle, stab, or take over your soul,
Im a dangerous person, i easily loose control.
This derranged thinking has always been my friend,
Dont get too close to me or ill make your life end.
You think you know you co workers, friends, and neighbors, your oblivious to the fact,
That a serial killer is lurking, waiting for his next attack.