Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Play with Me

Thanks a lot for letting me in.
But I'm no delivery guy.
Just a so bad doer of sin,
Who gets off getting folks to die.
Kind of like a scavenger hunt,
Looking for the right prize to kill.
You may think it's a stupid stunt,
But it's a game of luck and skill.
And, part of you will leave with me.
Call it a trophy souvenir.
Of course, that part you get to see,
Before I go and leave you here.

Hey c'mon now, beg for your life.
What's got your tongue? Oh yeah - my knife.