Yet Another Pearl
She wrote down a pointless date
He was looking out for girls
So young and innocent
In his chain to be a pearl
He isn't the feind, a simple man
But a man with a plan
What it is that makes him do these things
Even he cannot explain
His prey was always pretty
His hunt never had a cause
All he left behind for stranges
An image of his mighty brows
The words he used to get it
Where not of overwhelming charm
But he could easily argument
With the violence of his arm
He isn't the feind, a simple man...
All they would find later
Was a message hard to read
Of killer totally unable
Leaving a harvest without reap
Today they found a body
Cold and stiff
Not one of his victims'
But his
He wasn't the feind, a simple man
But a man with plan
What is was that made him do these things
Nobody ever will be able
To explain
© Klaus Dorninger
