Addiction

                         


           
                                     
                                     
Dressed as sinner      
hailed as murderer      
of freedom                                      
in liberty                                      
                                     
All black suit                                      
yellow teeth          
carrying black bags            
in deathly stares            
of un-slept eyes   
   
Just a party, really            
wasn't it?              
 "only this once"              
 "fun for tonight"            
Until hell broke                                      
                                     
His royal evil ass              
knocking at                                      
windows and doors                            
a l-i-t-t-l-e                                      
more insistent                                      
more regular                                     
more persistent                                      
than before                                      
was it not?      
     
Seemed a joke, at first. Not so?      
                                     
The good people left your life                
didn't they?                  
They'd slander him, wouldn't they?      
You'd stand up for him, wouldn't you?      
     
Speaking inventive words          
filling his evil                  
with some light;                  
some positive                  
you probably believed initially      
They never came back, did they?      
Of course you didn't notice at the time                         
who would?                                   
                               
There were                                      
bars                                      
parties                                      
visits                                      
the new people                                      
willing participants, weren't there?
 
The bank started hounding, didn't they
People were nagging, weren't they?      
                                          
It spirals, doesn't it?        
Do you think        
we'd be asking questions        
if you hadn't taken that first line?      
Hadn't trusted that                                  
suit                                      
teeth                                      
dead eyes                                      
and his packet?                                      
                                     
Calling judgement now        
aren't you?        
Suspecting us                
with our questions                
of making you steal money at night;      
while your mother cried                
herself to sleep                  
Your wife running                
from her family home               
(all four little mouths, in tow)      
not so?                                      
                                            
I know, you're wishing      
these questions weren't asked       
or we hadn't called      
the suit                    
"a dirty fuck"      
or that I had                 
never penned this
The clock
ticking the seconds
of your life away                                      
                                     
You wish I hadn't                                      
                                     
don't you?                                      
                                     
                                     
-x-                                      
                                     
 

The rush,
The cries, with each crush,  
And bash of the bloody metal bat,  
Their pain, and suffering, I laugh at.  
Is this what it is like to be a killer?  
Light snuffed out, and in my eyes arises a glimmer?  
Driving away, with glee in my heart,  
With another masterpiece in my collection of art.  
This is wrong, I know,  
But no one can help me now, I know.  
Rushing home, to see the telly,  
And watch another glorious folly,  
Foolish I know, but fun as hell,  
And this tale, no one will live to tell.  
Like a child on Christmas morning, I watch the news,  
Of the killings, preceded by long abuse.  
Slapping, and beating about the head, just to hear them cry,  
Until I feel satisfied, and bash them, 'till dead they lie.  
Those parents should be thanking me,  
Doing away with the little brats, and setting them free.  
I've seen neglected, and shouted at children,  
Obviously those parents don't love or want them then?  
So why should they cry then?  
When their little tyke doesn't come home from the playground?  
In tears they drowned, so loud was their sound,  
As they begged for their killer to come forward,  
But that would be absurd!  
That is not what I preferred!  
No evidence left, for I am a DNA wizard!  
And I, only felt happier,  
And rejoiced, me the monster, their lives I did plunder.  
My favorites being the six month, to one and a half year,  
Who's blood I would smear,  
Especially those whom I would see get angry as they cried, as if to say, "How dare you defy me?!"  
I teach them a lesson they won't forget, not to defy me!  
Those little f**kers deserve to die!  
We all, some day will die!  
What's one more life?  
I take them, to let their parents live a free and happy life,  
Crazy I might be,  
But aren't we all, don't you see?  
I cannot stop,  
I cannot stop!
I've tried to stop,
I've tried to stop!
But this is what I find,  
Brings to me, peace of mind.  
This is what I find myself going back to after a stressful day,  
And all I have to say,  
Is...  
I am waiting for my thank you.