mr.zodiac

ello, my name is mr.zodiac.

i'd like to tell a story

(sorry little boys and girls but it is rather gory)

 

my mother was an adict

she use to beat me red

i would hide under my covers

cry on my bed as i bleed

 

(whos lurking in the shadows

at lights dispair

whos compion to the fellow

who socity cant bear

Mr.zodiac.)

 

her excuse was she was drunk

but she couldent aford a beer

i would never argue

souly out of fear

 

eventually i wouldent cry

my eyes could no longer prespire

and i could take the pain

for i am quite a "fighter"

 

(whos lurking in the shadows

 at lights dispear

 whos compion to the fellow

 that socity can bear

 Mr.zodiac)

 

for this next part, kids im sorry

my mind is a bit foggy

all i remeberis

that i saw a woman one night

she was jogging

she was drunk, i could tell

for she was wobbling

 

it reminded me of my mother

for that reason, she became quite a bother

next thing i knew, i was on top of her

she was sobbing for me to stop

and in my hand a saw it

a bright red rock

 

(whos lurking to the shadows

at lights dispear

whos compion to the fellow

that socity cant bear

Mr.zodiac)

 

now i wear a hoodie

and hide in shady allys

waiting for my next victim

so i can allow them to sleep soundlessly

i dont care if the authoritys find me

for sulrly someones bound to see

 a dumpster full of bodies

 

now they call me names

such as slinder man

well, you better hope this rather skinny man

whos oviously on some sort of contraband

will find you

 

because if i do

there will simply nothing left of you

and they call me

 

(Mr.zodiac)

 

Author's Note

omg this was amzing to write