A popular poem with a twist

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you,

But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's gone,
And so is your head.

13

Friday the 13th,
So much superstition,
It's just bad luck.

I'd watch who you're with,
He's always watching,
Awaiting his 13th victim.

Reporters talking about him,
He gloats in his evil fame,
Knowing they won't find him.

He stalks, like a black cat,
He is hidden in the shadows,
Stalking his victim.

Knife in hand, rope slung over,
What better way, than torture,
Laughing to himself.

No clues left behind,
He takes pride in his work,
To him, it's an art, to us it's horrible.

Each cut, stab, and slice,
Knowing where and so precise,
Watching the fear in their eyes.

Such terror, makes him crave more,
Screaming, crying, and then silence,
He can already hear it.

He grins his wicked grin,
A black cat crosses a lady's path,
Watching her reaction, he chooses his victim.

Awaiting the darkness of night,
Where the full moon is the only light,
He quietly stalks his prey.

She walks by an alley,
Another black cat passes her,
She freezes, he takes his chance.

Coming up behind her,
Covering her mouth with his hand,
Dragging her to his car, his 13th victim.

Gagging and bounding her,
He laughs at her fear,
Planning her death in his head.

He takes her home,
Ties her to his bed,
Leaves her there, waiting in fear.

An hour later, he comes back,
With a knife, sharp to the point,
She squirms and screams.

Laughing with pure enjoyment,
Stabs her 13 times,
Blood stains his bed.

Wrapping her up, careful to hide himself,
Throws her in the trunk,
Takes her to the dump site.

Friday the 13th,
At 11:59:59pm
His 13th victim dead,
His laughter haunts the people.

Outcast, wings, and a car

Sitting in the desk in the dark, back corner of the room with an evil grin. Nobody ever notices him, yet he can see everyone else. What he doesn't know is that somebody is watching him. The bell rings, he goes out in to the hall way to his locker, every one seems to be going in fast forward. He smirks, then suddenly stops when, in the middle of the crowd there is some one staring at him. He thinks that its not possible, he is an outcast, a loner, nobody ever notices him. He blinks then the person disappears, time to get to class. A few days later he thinks he has gone mad, almost every where he looks the person is right there staring at him, with its cold green eyes. He figured out it was a girl, yet it had wings and gold pupils instead of black. She has dirty blond hair and always has a pet wolf with here. He sees her again on the street and he can't stop staring at her, she then smirks evilly at him. Next thing he knows he hears this loud beep, but he can't look a way from the girl. The beep gets louder and louder, then he feels a sharp excruciating pain. All of a sudden his mind is growing black, like a picture when it is light on fire. His last vision is of the girl looking down on him.