To kill a person has no reason or understanding
Whether you agree that circumstance is the same as pure evil.
How can someone be so evil? And just kill another human being
Just for the sake of killing,The love for the kill
The passion they get watching that life drain away, In some victims dying eyes
The sexual lust they get from killing your last words
There is no reason or logic
Killers are methodical and manipulative
When they kill it is a condition, rules they live by
It has nothing to do with a state of mind
Everything they do, they do without conscience
Without thought, killers can kill at random without remorse
Murdering some one is an art to a serial killer
A master piece of perfection
A human painting without feeling and pain
Human beings are cattle to be slaughtered
Human beings are experiments for evil minds
Those organs are trophies, the tools practised by evil murderers
Only to be mutilated in death, they have no meaning life
Only to be the organ donors for serial killers and copycat henchmen
What would it take to dwell deeper into ones mind
To look back and reflect on how one suffered by your hands
The pains and screams unheard, coldness never reflects or refrains
Evil has not better or equal, evil acts and never relents
That great joy one finds in the great pain of the innocent
Innocent did I say? Their are no innocent in deaths eyes
All walk hand in hand along the road, lays evil waiting in the doorways
To take and rape, that living flesh, that breathing that has no reason to be
Would society care? When victims are never found
Just more lost vagabonds with no families ties
Society only cares when they are people, for which loved ones care for
If they are never shown on the TV everyone cares
Why? This is when everyone has been touched by murder
Then that serial killer is a hunted beast
and animal who killed only to be killed himself, without remorse or thought
See society turns an eye, never does society turn the other cheek
Who is the monster now, when their is no right or wrong
Does it matter how one dies, when all are only concerned with how one lives
Does that wealth you hide behind, keep you safe at night
Do you think that poor homeless man is safer than you?
Do I have palette for only poor misfortune souls
Perhaps I like the rich taste of high society
Perhaps that healthy living appeal to one of my finer indulgence
Maybe I love killing and ejection my distain for a small select of people
Those people who live behind their walls, knowing I only exist for them
Maybe it is them I do my bidding for, you ever asked that question yourself?
The raping of a innocent girl, her virginity killed
Those blue eyes I saw before I raped her innocence
The feeling I had was empty, the pleasure was a colder feeling
She was all mine, so trusting and forgiving
I took her virtue and covered her own blood in sin
As I broke her world, I masturbated in her demise
I had no remorse, are you kidding? Killing is a art
And her suffering was just a steeping stone
So I could create my masterpiece through her screams
She was like a flower that had never truly blossomed
If only she saw how black my heart was on that day
She would have known how she was held in the devils arms
I deceived her with my evil charms, she was my canvas to mutilate
My tortured soul do with as I pleased with all my sickness
I took her apart with precise precision
I took her piece by piece with my aging tools
And in her dying eyes she understood the true meaning of horror
When I gently bent down and kissed her dying lips
I humiliated her with every step, I brutalised her being in death as well in life
See their is no middle ground in life and death
How one suffers in life they will suffer in death
It’s not that living pleasure I get in killing
It's that pleasure I get in breathing their last words
When I kissed the blood off their dying lips
Once that warmth heated my sexual disgust
But in the death that coldness turned me on
To watch them die in my arms, for me killing them gave them meaning
What pleasure to see that life draining away without any last requests
They gave themselves to me without pay
Well you got to be cruel to be kind yes?
Author notes
it's like a serial killers guide to the world.
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very good
"To kill a person has no reason or understanding
Whether you agree that circumstance is the same as pure evil.
How can someone be so evil? And just kill another human being
Just for the sake of killing,The love for the kill
The passion they get watching that life drain away, In some victims dying eyes
The sexual lust they get from killing your last words"
this is so true how can a person be so evil indeed! this part of your poem spoke to me the most very very good! excellent! -
Very well done. A true insight to the world of a serial killer. This is much like my own story that I have been writing for the last year and a half called "Memoirs of Murder" I have 9 parts posted up currently, something you would definately enjoy.
**Ktulu Blackwolfe**
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astounding. you truly have tapped the inner heart of darkness that lives in us all.
Freud would be proud!
Bravo!
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excellent
good view, ever seen dexter? possible inspiration...
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Wow. This definately would be correct in the eyes of Jason
Or so I think. But it had a good flow and it was worth the read. 3 Clappies for you, Mind with a Twist.
Vhoori
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Intriguing
Very much so. I adore the darkness. That you stated with such bold audacity that murder was an art. I very much agree. The first few stanzas were the canvas and primer, but the last three were the vivid streaks of crimson against the stark contrast of the blackness of your soul and the white purity of her innocence. Work of art indeed. -
hmmmmm
I really loved how your words dragged me in and how I feared and was excited for what came next both at the same time.
At first I thought it was a poem with you hating serail killers,
The first few stanzas are a little confusing,
But then you change it up and you are the murderer, it is amazing....
The ending is what really got me,
I got chills,
Once again, a great piece....
Thank you so much for sharing...
your Faerie
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not for me...
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Masterpiece
This is a true masterpiece, you have pretty much captured here what I wanted in my contest. I think you got into this character with the finesse of an artist. I am not apalled by it. I find nothing to change, this stands on its own. Bravo for being the profiler if you will of this type of killer. And it is almost a carbon copy of what happened in Virginia as well as other places.
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very interesting. loved the ending.
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makes it own unique statement
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Wow~
Oh My while reading this I kept getting images of the Green River Killer
for some strange reason
And a snippet of John Wayne Gacy~
but when he was dressed in his clown costume
What Emotion also Energy this exuded ~
There is much more in death's process...
than a weapon or whispered words
but the look that stays immortalized on the victim's face...
that speaks volumes...Wowzers~
This can get the blood boiling~
Keep that quill dancing busy bee
Thank You for sharing Your Talent
Best wishes in all You do
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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Serial Killing 101, eh? LOL...Pretty sick info....
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