Serial Killer's Fetish

Pretty hair, such pretty hair, I love their hair,  
Silky, shinny and smooth, their hair I must wear,  
Black and blond, brown and red,hehe,oops, their dead,  
Slit and chop, cut and slice, just watch their head,  
Once, twice, thrice,hehe, they cry, scream and shout,  
But their hair would be my hair, there was no doubt,  
First they tell me no, then they ask pretty please,  
Then they fight back so very hard, only to be displeased,  
That the knife slips right in, piercing filthy flesh,  
Then they gasp, eyes so wide,hehe,their fear so fresh,  
That's when I do my work, my fancy art, my disease,  
Separating skin from scalp, their hair such a tease,  
My new hair, giddy and happy I cut with a grin,  
Blood down her chin, this new one was a lovely win,  
Ripping, tearing, separating her scalp from skull,  
I pull off my prize and the excitement has gone dull,  
The stupid whore is still alive, she gurgles up some blood,  
I stab! and I stab! till her blood begins to flood,  
She wasn't worthy, now the stupid bitch is dead, hehe,
Her hair looking so pretty on my head, Don't you girls agree?

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This was actually for a theme contest in the forums which had to be a serial killer poem. I came up with this and I liked it, thought it was amusing in a very dark way so I decided to post it. Don't worry, I'm not a serial killer and I don't have a hair fetish. Just thought a hair obsession would make it more disturbing.  The URL to the forum thread is below.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/187/