Looking down from the corner of a near dark abandoned room two people and a wooden chair one tied trembling in fear the other chuckling caressing a blade confused I am a feeling of dread for I know one is me but I don't know which
You know you're numb When you sit And glance off Into the distance With that blank look only a few tears Streaming down your face You're done crying Trying So with those last few tears You are saying goodbye To yourself As they dry up You are gone With the wind
She can kill standing still Always attacks from the back ……………………> it’s easy.
The Internet Ripper Stripper of skin with bytes. Writes herself naked to the plastic bone. Revels in night darkness Stalking cyber streets For members to hold in typing trysts/
Blood on her keyboard Of slashed hearts & Broken verb veins Avowed to murderous intent – Not all serial killers roam wastelands Car parks or stand outside windows at midnight. Some wear pyjamas, drunk on sweet coffee.