Challenge: Serial killer poem
Anonymous
The object of my hunt
My presence you don’t fear
A smile truth doth blunt
What trophy I hold dear
Your ritual I have jotted
The pattern of your hurry
My design I have plotted
As I study your scurry
Fear not that of unknown
Life is filled with riddle
For what I haven’t shown
In the darkness I fiddle
My presence you don’t fear
A smile truth doth blunt
What trophy I hold dear
Your ritual I have jotted
The pattern of your hurry
My design I have plotted
As I study your scurry
Fear not that of unknown
Life is filled with riddle
For what I haven’t shown
In the darkness I fiddle
Re: Serial killer poem
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...
Written by dungendona
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...
Written by dungendona
The paean of psychopathy reverberates throughout my psyche
Teased by the insights of what her insides might look like
Shady side of town
We meet eyes, then she frowns
She's surprised as I throw her to the ground
Straddle her as she makes a fuss
Her nasal bones will be crushed to dust beneath the lust
Slide my tongue between her bust
Reach down and open her pussyhole with my knife's thrust
Feel me
Fuck my serrated blade
I prayed and I prayed
Thank you God for this specimen I have slayed
Sprayed her exsanguinated corpse with my cum
Beat her skull in with force like a drum
Drunken with rage as I repeatedly stab her
I should have kidnapped her
I suddenly erupt in laughter
Quite humorous how the blood splattered
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The glasses hang low,
on the bridge of my nose.
I remember him mocking me
as I walk out of the door.
Oh Ben you're so beautiful...
on the out side.
Oh please! Let me check how you look inside,
so please don't die,
at least not for a little while.
Shit! It's really turning me on.
Why'd you have to be so rotten?
like your dingy lungs that I've
cut open.
Tobacco lining the walls,
stale blood filling the atmosphere.
Captivated by your still blinking eyes,
riddle and corroded in fear.
I think I nearly came there.
I love that glowing blond hair!
So a small incision
from temple to temple.
Then slowly, to the back of the neck,
with perfect precision,
the sanguine liquid pooling in a
center set.
Diced, pickled and bloody.
Like rare steak with the blood,
still pink and runny.
What a sight and the feel of Ben's head,
skinned scalp with
just a layer of meat,
still it beautifully bled.
Oh Gods, I almost ejaculated!
Underestimated,
by nothings with shallow shells.
Chopping off the hand who pushed
through halls, and locked me up
in a bus shed for days.
And watched as the veins burst,
spraying out red cells.
Mesmerized by the light going out,
in the eyes that brought me hell.
I chopped off the foot that tripped me
over and over again
Slicing the tongue of the one
who spat on me, never bothering to help
and chuckled slightly,
at the unsightly scene
watching him choke and gargle slowly to
death.
Oh yea! I'm getting hotter inside!
If you'd have left me alone,
you would have been fine.
Then again, you wouldn't have
brought this pleasure.
The smell of your dwindling life,
is something I'll treasure.
This amateur dissection session
has ended into another failed ploy.
Dead empty eyes with blank adaptation,
a weak rich boy.
Chest open cinema, watching how his
heart rhythm decreased.
Beep...(Cumming! )..Beep ....(Cumming! Ahhh ).... Beeeeeeeep..........
Of no use to me dead,
taking in a huge satisfied shaky breath,
I was giddy in knowing the reward to finding,
another friend like Ben.
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