Eugene Victor Tooms
Go back to your cocoon
Sleep another 30 years
Don't squeeze into my room
Your angry yellow eyes
Five livers at a time
Removed with your bare hands
Almost the perfect crime
In the ceiling
In the walls
Steal their trinkets
Leave for dead
Monte let you out and you finished your task
I bet he wished he had not
Fox broke the rules and tracked you down
An escalator for your demise