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A nightmares dream to be seen nevermore (The demise of Poes Raven haired maiden Lenore.)

*" = Killers inner monologue
 
 
 
*"Be still my black heart, here comes the one to take part in the violence to silence the roar".*
 
*"My word, what a catch! Beauty, body to match , a face no sane or not man could deplore". *
 
*"Timeless style so fine with a smile so kind, carnal lust at first sight I assure."*  
 
*"Going to nail and screw, cut, bend and break too, but first my hammer will build some rapport."*
 
 
 
 
"Excuse me my deer, could you come over here? Pleasure to meat you, please call me De Boer."
 
"One favor?" *"I'm set, best volunteer yet, I swear not to want need to encore! "*
 
*"Secluded us here, danger signs everywhere, guaranteed to be private by law."*
 
*"On this fine Summers day I'm not sorry to say, she's canoeing this creek with no oar!"*
 
 
 
 
Strike, two, three, now she's hobbled. "Don't make me say double, submit or your life will be tore!!"
 
Home, bound now, no stress "lets help you out of this dress, you've no need for your robes anymore!
 
"Am I laughing? no stunt! not a joke stupid cunt! I'm a predator, my plan is to paw!
 
"Your evanescence will breed a Grimm warning to heed, the next chapter in campfire lore!"
 
 
 
"There is an evil that's pressing, an ancient demon I'm guessing, Infecting my own rotten core.
 
"He's a dealer of shame, plying clients with pain, prescribes addiction for fear evermore."
 
"Now for exhibits start, you're our new work of art, painted glossed red, oh so much we will draw."
 
Pencil or brush not the not the same as a well sharpened blade for that slow final touch we adore."
 
 
 
 
"Want to scream? please do try. Lets play spider and fly! as a rule we wont try underscore."
 
"Hope your threshold is steep because Its time to dig deep, mining torment not oil nor ore."  
 
"Exquisite entree of sin, we'll slice strips of your skin off to leech from you as you start to pour."  
 
"Then a mixed platter of slashes with a few tasty lashes, so you're served up like grotesque coleslaw."
 
 
 
 
*"Time to bring out the toys, most for girls....the odd boy. Even new holes will be probed and explored."*
 
*"Baby looks kinda blue."* "You're not enjoying this too? I'll go hard and be be more boar than bore."
 
She begs us to stop. "Sorry Angel cannot, but love is more fun with your fruitless implore."
 
"Mission orders not finished, we occupy till diminished, no merciful early withdraw."
 
 
 
 
We beat her, she breaks, Vampyr hankering slaked, reigning ungodly hacking galore.
 
Red, cut, bit, undressed, her body so stressed that she is showing some premature hoar.
 
"Don't leave us just yet, we aren't finished here pet, for me please hold on to life paramore?
 
Go slow, not so fast, your finale should last to destroy HIS first need....to restore."
 
 
 
 
*"Emerald eyes now to pluck, lips and nose we must cut off to spite, our mementos of gore."*
 
*"Judgement day almost come, this game all but won, now the Reaper her true guarantor. "*
 
*"Now weak, struck, abused, blind, maimed, bloodless and used, fully savored by us carnivore."*
 
*"After all fear is squeezed she has ceased wanting to be, what the cloven pimp craved from his whore."*
 
 
 
 
*"Devil silent at last."* "Party's over sweetheart, it's just fate, you and I now Lenore!"  
 
"Just being is burden, every inch of you hurting, my darling why cling, grasp and claw?"
 
"For helping voice end, i'll sacrifice for you friend, my last gift, afterlife brought to fore!
 
*"Silent prayer loud and clear, i pierce the heart of my dear, last beat makes my sick soul simply soar."*
 
 
 
 
Before i can sleep, must clean, prep, secrete, Raven locked maiden deep under my floor.  
 
Last rites undertaken, while entombed not forsaken, although grave all but I will ignore.
 
Now under foot, underhand, gone, kaput, seems once again no body saw.
 
Beneath she lay dead with past secrets unsaid, as caretaker they're never a chore.
 
 
 
 
Now all has blown over, no Sherlock, no rovers, no rapping upon my front-door.  
 
Husbands temper suspected, his chamber inspected, flaming papers, the rumors did spore.
 
Restored inner peace from my latest release, blissful feeling long needed in yore.
 
Monster no longer screams, solace found now it seems, I pray no more prey be called for.
 
 
 
 
Heaven short lived, "I paid for silence! what gives?" Fury oozing from every pore.
 
The hush an illusion, just another delusion, ear piercing shriek back as loud as before.  
 
I'd cry "Deja vu!" but i hear a NEW voice or two, Jesus Christ there may be as many as four.
 
Should i listen or stall?, Some? Or one? Maybe all? I think better to choose neither nor.
 
 
 
 
"Who am I kidding? I have choice In my living, no hypnotic control that's for sure.
 
These homicidal surges, as much MY needs and urges, to Hell with the oath that I swore!
 
Run not finished yet, goal number not set, upped the target and aiming for crore!
 
Best sharpen my tools and collect my next fool, this is work that I do not abhor."
 
 
 
 
"Why hi there! how art? you gave me a start, somewhat rare for a knock on my door."
 
"You're wet, it's so cold, you don't look very old, are your elders here walking the shore?"  
 
"Come dry off in here , could you please volunteer? If you can a surprise is in store!"  
 
"Are these cherubs with you? Your siblings?!? Too true, you bet It'll be merrier with more!"
Written by reluctantlymortal
Published | Edited 8th Mar 2017
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