I'm not ok
i never was
they gave me credit
for so much
I kill for happiness
I kill for joy
I kill for that sweet skin touch
don't judge me
or you'll be next
ill cut you down to size
some think I'm crazy
perhaps I'm mad
but I'm so ever wise
It's natural selection
and I'm he who does survive
it feels so good
no i suppose its great
the pleasure that i get
It's something that you'll never like
and i won't let you forget
It's my obsession with life
and making it end
that will surely drive you mad
you'll never believe your eyes
but when you catch me ill be glad
Author notes
thsi one was indeed hard for me to write, mainly because i am indeed not a serial killer.
A contest entry
- Serial Killers? Dreams? Death? Oh my! by skyviewexpress.
800 points, ended December 24, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think in general? Improvements?
Comments
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not a serial killers!? shame shame. if you need inspiration watch The Zodiac and/or read/watch Jonny The Homicidal Maniac
there're really good especially Jonny
i can tell you werent really 100% for this one, thats fine. still a good piece -
Wow.
Wow, that's kinda' scary. In the good way though. And, I personally, am glad you are not a serial killer
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Well... When trying to write something as demented and powerful as killing, you really have to have the drive to explore. When you cant picture yourself as a serial killer, or get that mind set, it shows in your poems. If you place yourself in the mind of a serial killer, you may find that your poem will improve. But those that dont quite have a comprehension of the mind of serial killer, or despise the fact, cant truly explore its opportunities... Thank you for entering and good luck.
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