I walk down the street
On these fine days,
A smile on my face,
Greeting all,
with joy and happiness.
I creep down the street
In the dark of night,
A sinister look on my face,
Hiding from all,
Getting ready to pounce.
Into work I go,
Where all greet me
With fun, happiness,
And dare I say, love,
For my helpful, happy ways.
I slink down the alleys,
Keeping to the dark,
Keeping to the shadows,
Looking for a victim,
To satisfy my blood lusting ways.
The day goes on,
The work gets done,
With joyous banter
Pervading the room,
A life of fun and companionship.
There he is!
My victim!
I pounce!
Drag him to my den!
Destroy his precious life!
Looking around the office
I see James is not there,
Where is he I ask?
Oh he was found last night,
With his throat ripped out.