Challenge: Serial killer poem
I am a pulsing force of hate
Behind kind eyes I patiently wait,
To kill man,woman,and child
I am a born evil and 'thus defiled',
As the sun shines upon my back
I'm reminded that compassion is what I lack,
As I sit upon this lonely hill
I'm filled with an urge to indiscriminately kill,
That old rage in me begins to boil
Filling my veins with a burning oil,
A spark of memory sets me on fire
Need to find and decapitate a good liar!,
I will kill until I can kill no more! I become Death when knocking on your door!,
I hate them with a growing passion
Reason I murder in sadistic fashion,
They will kneel to me before their end!
Who always beg me to end the pain again and again!,
I reduce the proud to that begger state
Who feel the might of my pulsing force of hate,
They die knowing it's power and cold hand
I hate my name and I hate that I am!!!
Behind kind eyes I patiently wait,
To kill man,woman,and child
I am a born evil and 'thus defiled',
As the sun shines upon my back
I'm reminded that compassion is what I lack,
As I sit upon this lonely hill
I'm filled with an urge to indiscriminately kill,
That old rage in me begins to boil
Filling my veins with a burning oil,
A spark of memory sets me on fire
Need to find and decapitate a good liar!,
I will kill until I can kill no more! I become Death when knocking on your door!,
I hate them with a growing passion
Reason I murder in sadistic fashion,
They will kneel to me before their end!
Who always beg me to end the pain again and again!,
I reduce the proud to that begger state
Who feel the might of my pulsing force of hate,
They die knowing it's power and cold hand
I hate my name and I hate that I am!!!
It started with-
Well, no, it ended with...
The same person. The same thing.
No love or kiss,
No knife or blade
Just his nasty hands
On devilish parade
He finds one man, close in size and age
Fuck, they almost looked like the could have the same name
Oh, a challenge, for I am powerful, he must be too
I wish I could have told him, don't be so easy to compare
But he was as unaware as any day, any fool
He took his hands to a man with a turned back
Before he could get his full grasp,
He was under the man, mind running wildly
But this man had a knife
And took it to his chest
And out spilled the poor little stranglers jewelery
He was poor indeed
For those sapphires were just tears
And those emeralds were just snot from the crying
I don't need to tell you what the rubies are
The murderer was dying.
Well, no, it ended with...
The same person. The same thing.
No love or kiss,
No knife or blade
Just his nasty hands
On devilish parade
He finds one man, close in size and age
Fuck, they almost looked like the could have the same name
Oh, a challenge, for I am powerful, he must be too
I wish I could have told him, don't be so easy to compare
But he was as unaware as any day, any fool
He took his hands to a man with a turned back
Before he could get his full grasp,
He was under the man, mind running wildly
But this man had a knife
And took it to his chest
And out spilled the poor little stranglers jewelery
He was poor indeed
For those sapphires were just tears
And those emeralds were just snot from the crying
I don't need to tell you what the rubies are
The murderer was dying.
i wrote a poem that might relate to serial killers (after all serial killers, i doubt, think themselves to be serial killers). Now that I noticed this thread, i felt like pasting the link here http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/17594/ I did not write this keeping in mind a serial killer but it might as well embody a sadistic killing machine.
mr harrison
mr harrison was funny
he had a lot to say
but not to grown up people
with kids he had to play
he told them many stories
and gave them many sweets
in his big old caravan
they enjoyed good eats
but every now and then
something would go wrong
mr harrison would pack his bags
and move on right along
so mr harrison
stopped outside a school
he saw the boys play soccer
his mouth began to drool
"come here young man take this"
as he handed him a sweet
unknowingly the boy became dizzy
the last thing he'll ever eat
mr harrison towed his caravan
until his car broke down
young boy strung up on metal hooks
wearing a night gown
as nightfall came and all was still
parked just outside town
he heard the screams of many men
he's smile turned to frown
mr harrison ran up and down
trying to get rid
of the cut up body
of young charlie sidd
now charlie sidd was not just any
type of ordinary child
he was the son of metro cop
danny dog "the wild"
caravan door broke down
with crowbar and steel pipe
danny dog now saw his child
and started to go wild
they pulled mr harrison
out onto the road
threw petrol into his mouth
and watched his head explode
they unpacked the caravan
and found so many things
from collar bones to kidney stones
and a hundred young boy shins
no funeral for harrison
they threw him down a cliff
but they waited for a week or two
hi's body nice and stiff
charlie sidd was laid to rest
respect was certainly due
but no open coffin here
hi's chest was cut right through
so that's the end of my tale
my story done and through
watch out for mr harrison
he might just visit you
mr harrison was funny
he had a lot to say
but not to grown up people
with kids he had to play
he told them many stories
and gave them many sweets
in his big old caravan
they enjoyed good eats
but every now and then
something would go wrong
mr harrison would pack his bags
and move on right along
so mr harrison
stopped outside a school
he saw the boys play soccer
his mouth began to drool
"come here young man take this"
as he handed him a sweet
unknowingly the boy became dizzy
the last thing he'll ever eat
mr harrison towed his caravan
until his car broke down
young boy strung up on metal hooks
wearing a night gown
as nightfall came and all was still
parked just outside town
he heard the screams of many men
he's smile turned to frown
mr harrison ran up and down
trying to get rid
of the cut up body
of young charlie sidd
now charlie sidd was not just any
type of ordinary child
he was the son of metro cop
danny dog "the wild"
caravan door broke down
with crowbar and steel pipe
danny dog now saw his child
and started to go wild
they pulled mr harrison
out onto the road
threw petrol into his mouth
and watched his head explode
they unpacked the caravan
and found so many things
from collar bones to kidney stones
and a hundred young boy shins
no funeral for harrison
they threw him down a cliff
but they waited for a week or two
hi's body nice and stiff
charlie sidd was laid to rest
respect was certainly due
but no open coffin here
hi's chest was cut right through
so that's the end of my tale
my story done and through
watch out for mr harrison
he might just visit you
Anonymous
Little girl..
with your bright blonde hair..
how do i enjoy your empty, soulless stare..
for raped of your innocence..
I opened your eyes..
for that is where the youthful innocence lies
in that in which brings your demise
yet she lives, hanging from the roof,
hands are bound by rope in which so tight..
Bare skin and flesh glitters in the night..
Pre-pubescent child.. my shameless lust
From nipple to clitoris, is my pleasure
The taste of the shivering little child
I gaze into her eyes
She screams with sudden surprise
For in which I stuck my cock
Into her shame, in which I splattered
My hot load of sperm
Into the child it went
As I caressed my knife
In it went
back of the neck as I continued to fornicate
On I went.. without hesitation
Little girl with your bright blonde hair
I cease my shameful act
Only for a second..
I untied my prize, as lifeless as a corpse..
in which she was.. but a corpse
I caressed her head..
And fingered the stab wound in her neck..
Little girl with your bright blonde hair..
with your bright blonde hair..
how do i enjoy your empty, soulless stare..
for raped of your innocence..
I opened your eyes..
for that is where the youthful innocence lies
in that in which brings your demise
yet she lives, hanging from the roof,
hands are bound by rope in which so tight..
Bare skin and flesh glitters in the night..
Pre-pubescent child.. my shameless lust
From nipple to clitoris, is my pleasure
The taste of the shivering little child
I gaze into her eyes
She screams with sudden surprise
For in which I stuck my cock
Into her shame, in which I splattered
My hot load of sperm
Into the child it went
As I caressed my knife
In it went
back of the neck as I continued to fornicate
On I went.. without hesitation
Little girl with your bright blonde hair
I cease my shameful act
Only for a second..
I untied my prize, as lifeless as a corpse..
in which she was.. but a corpse
I caressed her head..
And fingered the stab wound in her neck..
Little girl with your bright blonde hair..
I wrote this for a poem competition in extended haiku form:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/95453-train-serial-killer/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/95453-train-serial-killer/
Anonymous
The Right of the Wicked
It’s just a little, oh, it’s nothing, nothing really at all
Just a little, oh, you know, questioning me, are you really?
Well, ask away, and we shall see what words are spoken by me
“What happened that night?”
Well, you see, it was about 3am, the hour of insanity
When people have had too much to drink, but aren’t drunk enough to be alone
The only things that are open, are places best left closed
The doors are like some of the patrons, doors spread open letting anyone in
Except him, because his kind just isn’t welcomed anywhere
“Tell us about what you were doing?”
What I was doing?
Not much, not much at all
Against a wall of a convenience store I sat alone
For 3am is the time, the time that my mind starts to lose it
By it, I’m not too sure what I mean, dignity, sensibility, sanity, or it could be a few things
I try not to think about it, really.
Two days before, my house held guest to some people
Just a couple of people, mind you
And they brought with them presents, some happiness in pipe
So we smoked, and the dim light turned into a dark blanket of water that covered the room
And imbued us all with this psychotic breakdown, the laughter hit and caused these scratches
“Keep on track…”
Ah, yes, so that night, 3 am, my mind was messed up like a schizophrenic prophet
I had to, oh I just had to, the noises and screams…
The twitching started, to the right, right…
Teeth chattering, just those on the right…
And my hand, hand, this right…
In my mind, it just felt right…
Was this me, it felt like something else, this lust just took over
And I grabbed her, with my right hand
Grabbed her by the hair
Left hand, moved on its own, or by my accord, I cannot say
But from somewhere it pulled, a blade from a combat zone
Was it mine, don’t think so, but I can never remember things like that
That knife
In my left hand
Right hand, holding her hair so tight
I slit her throat
Right there on the street…
“Why’d you do it?”
If I knew my reason to do it, I could of thought of reasons not to do it
I know neither.
It’s just a little, oh, it’s nothing, nothing really at all
Just a little, oh, you know, questioning me, are you really?
Well, ask away, and we shall see what words are spoken by me
“What happened that night?”
Well, you see, it was about 3am, the hour of insanity
When people have had too much to drink, but aren’t drunk enough to be alone
The only things that are open, are places best left closed
The doors are like some of the patrons, doors spread open letting anyone in
Except him, because his kind just isn’t welcomed anywhere
“Tell us about what you were doing?”
What I was doing?
Not much, not much at all
Against a wall of a convenience store I sat alone
For 3am is the time, the time that my mind starts to lose it
By it, I’m not too sure what I mean, dignity, sensibility, sanity, or it could be a few things
I try not to think about it, really.
Two days before, my house held guest to some people
Just a couple of people, mind you
And they brought with them presents, some happiness in pipe
So we smoked, and the dim light turned into a dark blanket of water that covered the room
And imbued us all with this psychotic breakdown, the laughter hit and caused these scratches
“Keep on track…”
Ah, yes, so that night, 3 am, my mind was messed up like a schizophrenic prophet
I had to, oh I just had to, the noises and screams…
The twitching started, to the right, right…
Teeth chattering, just those on the right…
And my hand, hand, this right…
In my mind, it just felt right…
Was this me, it felt like something else, this lust just took over
And I grabbed her, with my right hand
Grabbed her by the hair
Left hand, moved on its own, or by my accord, I cannot say
But from somewhere it pulled, a blade from a combat zone
Was it mine, don’t think so, but I can never remember things like that
That knife
In my left hand
Right hand, holding her hair so tight
I slit her throat
Right there on the street…
“Why’d you do it?”
If I knew my reason to do it, I could of thought of reasons not to do it
I know neither.
Woods back rodes flustering with bodies..
Hanging from trees and the smell of corpses..
Animals feed on the deceased..
It's one mans work quick on his feet..
A Scythe and many choices for weapons..
His favorite will and always will be a machete..
They run never getting very far..
A beast with a throwing knife hits the target everytime..
The screams no witnesses and many places to decorate..
The limbs being chopped off quietly and accurate..
No counts of his victims..
He has been at it for years and didn't want to loose touch..
Faces nailed in trees..
He had many pleading and begging for mercy..
None recorded or pictures taken..
That's the beauty of picture imaging..
Don't get lost you may be unlucky..
This isn't just one area this is state to state county to county..
A man with a dark soul mentally fucked and broke down..
This is the country welcome to his mind his town..
Hanging from trees and the smell of corpses..
Animals feed on the deceased..
It's one mans work quick on his feet..
A Scythe and many choices for weapons..
His favorite will and always will be a machete..
They run never getting very far..
A beast with a throwing knife hits the target everytime..
The screams no witnesses and many places to decorate..
The limbs being chopped off quietly and accurate..
No counts of his victims..
He has been at it for years and didn't want to loose touch..
Faces nailed in trees..
He had many pleading and begging for mercy..
None recorded or pictures taken..
That's the beauty of picture imaging..
Don't get lost you may be unlucky..
This isn't just one area this is state to state county to county..
A man with a dark soul mentally fucked and broke down..
This is the country welcome to his mind his town..
It began with a bat that flew into my house.
Disturbing my sleep. So I used my blanket like a net.
And clobbered it with a pick axe! Hearing it scream!
It was either you or me my rabbis friend.
Later it would be a rat I found in a hamster cage on a
dumpster. I tried caring for it. It bit me so I fed it
a cork and re payed it and the sickest way I could muster.
I called it booger head and gave it a death in the snow funeral.
It's eye's turned from black to white. And then I wondered
does this happen in a human? When the soul vacates the body
and the lights go out forever. Can you see a different color in
the eyes of the dead? While looking in at your handiwork?
hmmmmmmm? I thought might have to test further with a bigger animal?
Disturbing my sleep. So I used my blanket like a net.
And clobbered it with a pick axe! Hearing it scream!
It was either you or me my rabbis friend.
Later it would be a rat I found in a hamster cage on a
dumpster. I tried caring for it. It bit me so I fed it
a cork and re payed it and the sickest way I could muster.
I called it booger head and gave it a death in the snow funeral.
It's eye's turned from black to white. And then I wondered
does this happen in a human? When the soul vacates the body
and the lights go out forever. Can you see a different color in
the eyes of the dead? While looking in at your handiwork?
hmmmmmmm? I thought might have to test further with a bigger animal?
Flesh and blood
I am in depth with the shadows of my thoughts
thoughts that can not be erased or controlled
My thoughts are my life blood, the blood I will take from you
I am nothing and who are you? Your nothing to.
I have no meaning no remorse and no regret for your blood
It will be mine forever coursing through my veins
Watching your body go lifeless with each cut, slice and tare
I become what I am, with each portion of your flesh I devoure
Draining you of every drop of blood for my pleasure
Your bones will never be found, they are all that remain of what life you once had
You are not my first, you wont be my last, I will kill again and again, I wont stop, I can not stop.
Now I will get another to give to me what I seek to survive the demon I am...
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@ Cayleigh - (We've written nearly the same story)
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/5050/
--------------------
-CANVASSING A LOVER-
--------------------
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A simple modest thing
of silk and beaded cover.
While duty-trumpets sing,
"let not a day to slumber,"
Great Solomon the King
has organized by number.
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A noir impassioned thing;
our blessed virgin mother.
A warm and silent string
to canvas for a murmur,
and plenty is the spring
to honor muse's hunger.
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A precious dying thing;
a paint that changes color.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/128376-canvassing-a-lover/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/5050/
--------------------
-CANVASSING A LOVER-
--------------------
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A simple modest thing
of silk and beaded cover.
While duty-trumpets sing,
"let not a day to slumber,"
Great Solomon the King
has organized by number.
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A noir impassioned thing;
our blessed virgin mother.
A warm and silent string
to canvas for a murmur,
and plenty is the spring
to honor muse's hunger.
You have found the thing
with which to paint your lover.
A precious dying thing;
a paint that changes color.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/128376-canvassing-a-lover/
9:14 pm (46 min)
You’re singing again
your voice echoes with heavenly truth
I think I’ll just sit and listen
whisper to me
Last night you read within the glow of candles
cascading a shadow onto the ground
I stood just beyond the edge of the light
Purity such as yours was not meant to be here
143 Days
Since I began protecting you from this worlds sin
From afar at first, then gradually closer
You can’t return home with stains on your wings
No.. no. he made me swear I wouldn’t let you
9:26 pm ~ (34 min)
Like that Scamp you gave your number to
when you were out with your friends
Divinity as yours cannot see dark madness
it wasn’t personal that he never called you
It never is
Who am I? I hope you’ll ask,
Though I’ve often wondered the same
Protector, Guardian or Deliverer
no, nothing of the sort
I only seek to return you to the truth
9:41 ~ (19 min)
I need to close my eyes
Try to Slow my heart
even though its getting cold out here
My palms are beginning to sweat
Why was I chosen for this
He says your beauty is only flesh
though it sways the hearts of men
But the light that is you, was lured by shadows
then hidden from his sight
He wants you returned to your rightful place
I hope to catch a glimpse of you when you’re released
9:56 (4 min)
Its quiet now
the clock ticks by so s-l-o-w-l-y
9:58 (2 min)
I did not ask to be given this task
but I will not let him down
I promise you wont feel a thing
never even knowing I’m there
I am not a Monster
though not meant to be understood
~fading away
Serenity fills my mind with wonder
Cold air in my lungs, reminds me what I must do
beep beep .. beep beep
10:00 pm (0 min)
Embrace this moment
Your return to Glory
And please always remember that
I love you
You’re singing again
your voice echoes with heavenly truth
I think I’ll just sit and listen
whisper to me
Last night you read within the glow of candles
cascading a shadow onto the ground
I stood just beyond the edge of the light
Purity such as yours was not meant to be here
143 Days
Since I began protecting you from this worlds sin
From afar at first, then gradually closer
You can’t return home with stains on your wings
No.. no. he made me swear I wouldn’t let you
9:26 pm ~ (34 min)
Like that Scamp you gave your number to
when you were out with your friends
Divinity as yours cannot see dark madness
it wasn’t personal that he never called you
It never is
Who am I? I hope you’ll ask,
Though I’ve often wondered the same
Protector, Guardian or Deliverer
no, nothing of the sort
I only seek to return you to the truth
9:41 ~ (19 min)
I need to close my eyes
Try to Slow my heart
even though its getting cold out here
My palms are beginning to sweat
Why was I chosen for this
He says your beauty is only flesh
though it sways the hearts of men
But the light that is you, was lured by shadows
then hidden from his sight
He wants you returned to your rightful place
I hope to catch a glimpse of you when you’re released
9:56 (4 min)
Its quiet now
the clock ticks by so s-l-o-w-l-y
9:58 (2 min)
I did not ask to be given this task
but I will not let him down
I promise you wont feel a thing
never even knowing I’m there
I am not a Monster
though not meant to be understood
~fading away
Serenity fills my mind with wonder
Cold air in my lungs, reminds me what I must do
beep beep .. beep beep
10:00 pm (0 min)
Embrace this moment
Your return to Glory
And please always remember that
I love you
Midnight Blood
Drip Drip
Take a Sip
Tick Tock
Look at the clock
You'll get caught
Thicker than water
Redder than passion
Taste so good
Can’t even imagine
Sing a song to drink the soul
As you watch the blood drip drip
Drink the blood as you were told
Taste the love inside the soul
Taste the pain and fear behold
That death and life are one
Yet none
Whatever will you do?
The body is empty of blood and soul
Run before they see you
Speak before they can hear you
Hide in the shadows
Scare them in their minds
Not in their sight
Hear their screams of horror
And giggle at the sight
Drip Drip
Take a Sip
Tick Tock
Look at the clock
You'll get caught
Thicker than water
Redder than passion
Taste so good
Can’t even imagine
Sing a song to drink the soul
As you watch the blood drip drip
Drink the blood as you were told
Taste the love inside the soul
Taste the pain and fear behold
That death and life are one
Yet none
Whatever will you do?
The body is empty of blood and soul
Run before they see you
Speak before they can hear you
Hide in the shadows
Scare them in their minds
Not in their sight
Hear their screams of horror
And giggle at the sight
Smile for me, my dear
you've done me wrong
take your beautiful hair
and chop it off
Sing for me, my trusting friend
you hurt me so much
so now it's the end
give me your hand
Blood dripping from your cuts
wounds that still don't hurt
as much as you damaged me
you brought this all upon yourself
Justice is sweet and revenge is cold
but not as cold as your soul
you monster, you did this to me
scars on my heart and wrists
it's all because of you
Now it's your turn
to feel what I feel
except you deserve much more
I didn't deserve this
so forgive me for my anger
it's been building up inside
Goodbye, they'll never find you
Farewell, the hunter is now the hunted
you've done me wrong
take your beautiful hair
and chop it off
Sing for me, my trusting friend
you hurt me so much
so now it's the end
give me your hand
Blood dripping from your cuts
wounds that still don't hurt
as much as you damaged me
you brought this all upon yourself
Justice is sweet and revenge is cold
but not as cold as your soul
you monster, you did this to me
scars on my heart and wrists
it's all because of you
Now it's your turn
to feel what I feel
except you deserve much more
I didn't deserve this
so forgive me for my anger
it's been building up inside
Goodbye, they'll never find you
Farewell, the hunter is now the hunted
