Serial.....

Michael Evans was waiting in the bushes, it was about eight o'clock in the night,
Crouching down as he looked in the window, trying to stay out of sight,
A thirty five year old female, walked naked out of the bathroom,
He will be watching her intent like a hawk, and making his move on her soon.

After she had got dressed, it seems she received a late phone call,
This is not what Michael needed, he wasn't happy with this at all,
It looked to him as she was about to leave, she shut the front room blind,
She exited her place of residence, as Michael swooped in and grabbed her from behind.

On a cloth was the Chloroform, which he quickly smothered it in her face,
The door hadn't been shut as yet, and he wrestled her back into her place,
He kicked the door shut with his foot, and continued to cover her scream,
He knew that the night was late enough, he is pretty sure he wasn't seen.

He duct taped the cloth to her face, finally overcome and she passed out,
Michael searched the house extensively, to see if there was anyone else about,
The house was empty and she had a cellar, a perfect spot for things to start,
He searched through the kitchen, to find things to assist with his art.

He dragged her unconscious body downstairs, and laid out his tool he had found,
He found some rope in the lockup garage, and her hands were tightly bound,
He roughly removed the Chloroform rag, and duct taped her mouth without it,
He found a chair in the corner of the room, and all he did then was sit.

She started coming to so he bound open her legs, watched as she couldn't believe it,
He grabbed the scissors from his side bench, and on her clothes he started to snip,
Now she was laying on the floor stark naked, "This is the start to the end of your life",
He looked over again to the tools on the bench, and grabbed a smallish carving knife.

She tried to scream but her efforts were futile, as Michael teased her with the blade,
She was so worked up in the moment in terror, she wondered what would of happened if she'd stayed,
Michael sat on her stomach and eased himself forward, she was terrified of this new found fear,
Michael swept her hair to the side and came in close, and started removing her ear.

Michael showed her the ear as she screamed, he smiled then he laughed and then coughed,
Michael thought of the painter Van Gogh, and he proceeded to take the other one off.
Blood was trickling on the floor, he grabbed the duct tape to cover where the ears were,
He didn't want her bleeding out, he was certainly not finished with her.

He put the knife back on the bench, and grabbed the next tool all so soon,
The tools rattled a bit as he stretched for the thing, and revealed to her a teaspoon,
He leaned in close and he tapped her head, it was a move that caught her by surprise,
He dragged the spoon down her forehead, and started gouging out her eyes.

One eye gone then two eyes gone, he used the spoon like a catapult,
He grabbed a condiment from the bench, and filled her eye sockets with salt,
Her scream would bought the whole house down, but thank goodness to Michael for tape,
He stripped down until he was completely nude, and prepared himself for rape.

A couple more things he had to do, one of which included a knife,
He didn't like having sex with the living, the next move was to end her life,
He lined up the point of the knife, on the nipple right on the breast,
Then with an almighty shove, he drove the knife deep and right through her chest.

She was choking on blood when Michael started, he slipped his cock deep into her,
He had no eyes to look at him, his mind was clear for this act to occur,
He grabbed a zip-lock bag from his pocket, as he was pumping away in a fit,
He suddenly felt the last winning pump, grabbed the zip-lock bag and came into it.

After getting dressed and washing all the tools, and taking his zip-lock bag,
He made sure that his victim was truly dead, he wondered why she was looking so sad,
He crept out the back and over the fence, and proceeded to head back to his home,
He entered his house and broke out the scotch, and sat there drinking alone.