My madness...
If that's what you call it.
Insane?
Maybe I am,
maybe I am just sick.
After all, I didn't ask for this.
I didn't always think
the way I do now.
Sit there and stare.
Judge me all you want.
Make all the theories
and doctors deductions that you want.
Get it all out.
In the end,
you'll be going back
to your perfect world,
living a PERFECT fucking life.
You lying piece of shit.
I know your kind.
You lie to yourself,
only to fool those around you.
Every-time I killed...
everyone I killed...
served as the building block
to make up who I have become.
Some call me a monster, a freak
or a sick twisted human that
deserves to die.
Maybe...
Just,
maybe, that's all true.
Maybe, death, is what I deserve.
Instead, I am made to suffer.
Locked in a small cell...
Until I do WHAT?
Crack!
I cracked when she said no.
Since then, my madness has
become my addiction.
Just as people like you
become addicted to cigarettes,
pills, alcohol or drugs.
The pain and suffering,
the torture and death of others
has become mine.
The throat is a beautiful thing.
Every-time I wrapped my hands
around another persons throat,
I became God.
I was on a high.
The adrenaline flowing through
as I took away the one
thing that you all cherish most;
Your miserable and
pathetic fucking life.
Heh heh heh!
Sitting here, watching you
as you puff away on
another cigarette
and study me, like some
damn science experiment.
Taking all this in.
Does it frighten you?
Frighten you to know
that as we speak, I smile
at the thought of cold steel
pressed against the softness
of your skin.
Pressing slightly, just enough
to pierce through your flesh.
Watching the blood slowly
flow down your neck and stain
that white shirt of yours...
CRIMSON..
Heh heh heh heh!
Like an animal;
a beast.
Craving more of your blood,
I push the blade in further,
until I feel the coarseness
of your esophagus against
the jagged edge of steal.
River of blood!
Flowing free.
Your eyes stare up at me.
Why?
"Do you fear death?
Do you fear me?"
I whisper softly into your ear
as I tilt your head back
to open the wound further.
"We are one in the same.
Death and I."
I say to you, then grin as
life escapes as fast as your blood.
Your eyes open wide..
Your mouth left open,
as you die...
Yes, that would be euphoric.
This has become my addiction.
Like an addict, I crave the
rush of taking ones life.
As you sit there listening
to my thoughts,
your body covered in sweat....
Blood would be Divine.
Now do you see how
I suffer from this.
This is my pain...
This is my suffering...
....My madness.
Author notes
Background Courtesy of LadyDementia
This is a continuation from my story ~Memoires of Murder~
Part 1
Empty Carcass
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3848603
Part 2
~Birth of a Killer~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3924763
Part 3
~The Suffering~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/3944421
Part4
~A Voice Without Reasoning~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4004399
Part 5
~My Masterpiece~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4010999
Part 6
~Trick or Treat~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4702575
Part 8
~Judgement Day~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5808785
Part 9
~Benediction~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5830803
For the record, I have never killed nor intend to kill anyone this is pure FICTION
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Cool... Deep & dark...
Kinda had me licking my canines there... lol!
Loving the darkness here, you wield it well...
Compelling narrative littered with most delightful imagery that captivated throughout...
Well done!!!
Good luck in the contest...
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My god...what can I say? It was a gory cocktail of insanity, perverted fantasies, twisted pleasure, and beautiful, grisly detail that disturbed the mind as well as left me breathless. Since I am a bit mad myself, I found this to be quite the diabolical treat
this reminded me so much of the Joker from Dark Knight, especially the heh heh heh part 
Death and murder can be such a painfully sensual thing, can't it? We can make even the most brutal, sinful acts a poem that embraces the soul. Definately made my flesh crawl 
Thanks for the wonderful write *favorites*
"Since then, my madness has
become my addiction.
Just as people like you
become addicted to cigarettes,
pills, alcohol or drugs."
I want to quote these lines on my profile now ^_^ I'm kind of addicted myself to your dark, creepy style...never stop doing what you do. I love you for this.
~ Ink
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Creepy.. demented.. but nicely written, do they make a chasity for the neck? ...lol. I think i'm glad you work third shift and I first after reading this. Good luck in the contest.
Love you much
Elizabeth
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Awww you have nothing to fear my love. This is but just another part to a story that is completely made up. I love you.
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*grins*
you have NO IDEA how much i truly enjoyed this.....how on edge i was through the whole thing. I truly really wouldn't mind my life ending like this....it would be such an amazing yet horrifying thing to experience. ha....unfortunately, we cannot choose our own deaths.
But THIS IS AWESOME! You truly do have a sick mind my friend and i ADORE it ^_^
this write screams talent.
Thanks so much for your entry and i'm glad you decided to write a continuation. I really hoped you'd choose that
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I am definately going to continue it. In fact, my next piece is going to have a new element added to it. Something I will not explain or reveal until then.
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Damn hun! You sure in the hell got the mind set going. As I do counseling, I have 'been in the mind of' mad people perse, and this is like right on target. You don't miss a detail and each line is dripping with more and more realism. Excellent work!
Storm
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This like all the others is just awesome and shows me that I have so much to learn before working on many more dark pieces.
Best of luck to you.
Rifktin
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