His eyes are sad and full of murder,

And he's been out of prison now

For seven years.

The seven year itch for him

Means raping and strangling

Some unsuspecting woman,

Who may, or may not,

Remind him of his mother.

His particular predilection for hate

Finds a polarity for escape 

When it releases itself on the elderly,

And this time, the confirmation of his DNA precedes

The announcement of his sentencing.

He will spend the rest of his life in jail,

And he hopes as he grows older,

He doesn't run across someone else 

With a penchant like his.

For as his own dark hair turns gray,

He may begin to resemble 

Someone's hated father,

Or worse, in his confinement,

He may begin to see 

His own aging mother's face in himself.

-jenn