Paraphilia rages on in my bedevilled head
Bernardo dreams so chokes me to confess
So here it is, the life I had with my king
My master controller
My abuser and tormentor
King of my desire, sadistic thrills to excite
Bleeding hearts into the lull rivers nemesis
Hybristophilia versus asphyxiophilia
Either one gave me the fixation I needed
Both were parts of the woman I was
Evil and menacing as the devil himself
Such joy I took from those games I played
Games that involved my participation
Tormenting innocence to protect my love
And so a sister I loved should present
Give the king and I such pleasurable joy
Be it the love for vampirism
Or the strong desire to deflower a virgin
It mattered not, which way we’d go
My beautiful Tammy, my sister supreme
She would belong to my beloved Bernardo
To rape and videotape whilst I swung bi
In the summer of Iraqi aggression it was
My master and lover
My sadistic abuser
Obsession with my sibling tormented him
So I stole the anaesthetic agent Halothane
Together we played around with fire
And my sister drank her mix of wine and sin
Passed out and cold, Bernardo raped away
Capturing all of his misdeeds on videotape
This he did as I tasted her sweetness below
This I confess now as the evidence is there
On another lustful occasion we played again
Only this time we used animal tranquillisers
And Bernardo sodomized Tammy savagely
Here all of my dreams came to an end
For Tammy choked on her own vomit so
Than died she did like really fucking slow
Choking and coughing up spaghetti dinner
We did our very best to cover up the crime
Only a facial chemical burn gave us away
And that’s only why I’m here confessing all
Giving you reason to poison my sad life
Yes I know I’ve done bad, I know I’ll burn
But who do you think made me?
Surely not Bernardo all on his own
Surely not my parents who raised me
Surely not myself, the innocent child
And as I sit here now, confessing all to you
Do you think I care what happens to me now?
Yes I cried so bad the day my sister died
And I’m sorry that she is dead
But what’s been done is no longer my sorrow
Life goes on, still but I have visions
Execrable visions of the day innocence died
Author notes
Where do you draw the line between insatiable love and supreme obsession? In the case of Karla Homolka, she took love to a whole new level, presenting her younger, virgin sister Tammy to her boyfriend ( Paul Bernardo ) as a token gift, to both drug and rape with Karla being a willing participant in her sisters brutal abuse and death.
Note: This poem is based on a true story and picture is of the real Karla Homolka.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karla_Homolka#Tammy_Homolka
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Awesome
My heart felt like it stopped after reading this.
I stand here in awe at your work.
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I Know The Story Well Charles
I am in Canada - Karla is out now - thanks to Canada's justice system - which is good by and large but I think Karla should be in for life - enernity will will set the scales though - keep on keeping on - Joe - dobar dan --------------------------- peace
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OOH DEEP AND DELICIOUSLY GOOD AND AS ALWAYS CRAMMED FULL WITH POWER
THIS HAS A HEARTBEAT ALL ITS OWN,,, AND SPEEDED MINE UP TOO
EXCELLENT WRITE MY FRIEND IN WORDS
CATCH SOME HUGS
T
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this was very powerful and the wording was very well done
and yes the words speak for themselves so you did very well with this putting it in the right context and was engulf from beginning to the end , will have to look for more of your work for you put others very well in your own, thanks enjoyed somewhat cause it was not one i can say i enjoyed the meaning but the words
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I am familiar with the story. I know that she has been released back into the community in the Montreal area. I hear updates on her status on CJAD, an English radio station in Montreal periodically. I think you have poetically captured the story very well.
Great job.
Mike
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Its horrible, yet perfect in every way. I feel dirty just reading it. I'm torn honestly, I don't know how to feel. I'm truly speechless. Portrayed perfectly. Great piece.
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Speechless...
Wow... I really don't know what to say to this. You wrote so (I don't think beautifully is an apropriate word) on the subject. Such a dark and incredibly sudistic write on a true topic. I truely am speechless.
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i truly am speechless here and sickened. i know this stuff happens in life and it never fails to make me angry, as it well should. thank you for speaking up for the topic as many pretend it does not exist. i wish you well in this contest that you have entered. viyanna rosemarie
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horrifying
The piece is horrifying but yet you want to click on it just to see what it is about. I do not know what the lesson is, but I do know that perhaps it is to reveal what real depravity is.
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"Both were parts of the woman I was"
isn't it crazy how when something bad happens to us we feel like we have two sides. good and bad and maybe thats true in real life as well. we might have those two sides. but one is always lost with tramatic events. you are brave to write this and to show it to the public.
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Whoa
wow! what a very deep yet dark piece. definitely transcends a lot of passion. reading it sounded like a sad horror movie..but still an excellent write! -
Wow. I am in shock after reading this. And its based on a true story?! Just...wow. The imagery is brutally and horrifyingly great. And the entire poem is very well written. Love the diction and word choices; such a sophisticated way to portray such a barbaric act. Very great write...one that will stay in my mind for a while.
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Wow. That was a harsh read o.O. I can't believe this is based on a true story...that's absolutely, insanely and utterly sadistic. How could anyone do that to anyone else, much less their own sister! Ugh.
....on a more poetry-oriented note
, I like the flow of this...the words seem rushed, harsh, unstoppable, like your poem is as inexorable as the horrid acts were to their performers...so big kudos on setting the tone! I also really like the ending stanza, the "yes I cried so bad the day my sister died" (sounds sincere enough, but said so casually--a combination I find intriguing) and "I still have visions" is, I think, an interesting and terrifying admonition to the tempted.
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This is like scary that its based on a true story. I don't know how anyone in their right mines could do that to their little sister. I mean I hate my little sister but I would never do something that bad that's just wrong and for the boyfriend to do that is even worse then instead of admitting they did wrong they tried to cover it up. This poem is really sad but shows just how much happens in our society. You penned an amazing poem and I love it.
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Hey mate
did you write this?
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