The urge is deep, won't go away
It's so justified--what I seek,
The corrupt, the greedy,
I'll kill for the meek:
A death no one saw,
Because of what's at my feet
The blood washes away
The repugnance I feel
Until
The desire seems to go, then
Only to return as another
Future death I see
In a figure's eye
Haunting me,
I reflect on me
The urge grows
Until I can't see
The mirror
Where gently I can touch
Gentle lines of empathy
Of the broken pieces
Of me shattering
Another neck
Another speck
That only ate the human condition
Dead of its own premonition
Macrophage, I am the antibody
Of the human system
Red blood cells on my shirt
The fashion of the hunter
The markings of eternal war
Against what shouldn't be
I slaughter, I free
I cut open the center of the head
To open the third eyes of the ignorant
In their death knells of surprise
A contest entry
- Serial Killer Signature [Adult Contest] by PoeticMadnesss.
550 points, ended March 2, 2009, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ahh interesting signature if i read it correctly. cutting someone's head to make them "open minded", to free them from being ignorant. great flow to the poem. i wish you luck in the contest!
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Actually, I meant cutting open the third eye. In more scientific terms, that means cutting open the pineal gland, which rests in the centre of the head and naturally produces DMT, a tryptamine that is heavily psychedelic and which also occurs naturally in many plant species.
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oh o.O i see. *runs off to wikipedia or learn more*
i learn something new everyday!
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