I Am The Demon Strangler.

I am the demon strangler,

young ladies all take note.

Be wary of that stranger!

Be careful of your throat!

No scarves or fancy ties for me,

I use my bare hands,

and when I get a decent hold,

no chance my victim stands.

I like to watch the frightened face

turn from white to red to blue,

and when the eyes stare in disbelief,

says I: 'Yes, my girl, it's you!'

I keep an ever tighter grip

till I see the lolling tongue:

it's then I can relax content,

for I know the job is done.

Who knows when I might strike again:

I think it's overdue.

Just be sure to lock your door,

that the next poor girl's not you.

Or I might watch  your frightened face

turn from white to red to blue,

and you might hear my demon voice

saying: 'Yes, my girl, it's you!'

Now well I know I'll meet the fate

of the many I have slain:

I too shall strain in vain for breath,

my face convulsed in pain.

Down I'll drop into the void,

my neck securely roped,

and there I dance upon the air,

till I'm well and truly choked.

But until then I'll do my best

to remain in circulation,

that I may yet work to perfect

the art of strangulation.