There's a smile on the face of a man in the crowd
As he leaves an alleyway
And a moan from a girl, not very loud,
As her young life ebbs away.
There's a gasp and a cry as others now find
The blood that covers the ground,
And a moment of panic that freezes the mind
When violent death is found.
How did it happen? Did she put up a fight?
Is the killer still here at the scene?
The police cars arrive with sirens and lights
But there aren't any clues to be seen.
The man with a smile is now riding a train
And looks quite relaxed in his seat,
But he fingers the knife in his pocket again
And knows that the day's not complete.
The excitement has gone and he's starting to yearn
For the next thrill to take its place:
Then a girl on the train smiles in return
At the man with a smile on his face.
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