The Hundredth

Those trembling lips

Making me insane

Sweats toiling down the face

But you will disappear without even a trace

I lift my dagger

In the midst of my personal graveyard

One more client

Quenching my satisfaction

Filling the darkness in his eyes

Bloodshed is what keeps me alive

I sense the fear

That’s turning me on

Changing into the second gear

I strike on his head

Oh sooner or later, he’ll be dead

The glow on my face

What can I expect?

The dead body so calm and still

That sums up my tonight’s drill

I start to dig again

For a new applicant

Letting him enter the haunted cemetery

This marks my hundredth 

Some more to come, some to cherish

Before all my deeds are revealed

My masked face on the front page of the paper

I smile and move on as always

Till the day, the mystery is solved

I carry on

I carry on...