Terrible Claws.

"The killer awoke before dawn,

He put his boots on.

He took a face from the ancient gallery,

And walked on down the hall,

He went to the room where his sister lived,

Then he paid a visit to his brother,

Then he walked on down the hall and

He came to a door and he looked inside,

'Father?'

'Yes Son?'

'I want to kill you.

Mother,

I want to murder you'"

The End, by The Doors.

I can't believe you don't believe me,

I can't sail you past that dead sea.

I can't really deal with what you've done,

And I am the only one, the only one.

I am not a sheep that you can sell my wool,

And I'm not likely to play the fool,

I can see through your hopeless eyes,

Though compared to Solomon, I'm not very wise.

But I'm not stupid, sir,

No, I'm not dumb, sir,

I can see, sir,

You seek to steal my soul, sir.

But my soul is mine, all for myself,

I keep It here up high on this shelf,

It wastes away and gathers dust

And at the joints does slowly rust,

But It's all mine,

And mighty fine.

You talons seek,

To tear my flesh,

Your eyes do peek,

At my skin so fresh,

I can hurt you if you hurt me again,

I can cause you unendurable pain,

I know things that will make you sweat,

I can say things you'll never forget.

So, come on, try me, with your terrible claws,

Because you've not met a thing like me before.