Not Any More - - for the Halloween Comp

 
It’s the gaiety and laughter that gets to me
A night of comedy monsters just for a laugh
What ever happened to screaming in terror?
Of running, falling, breathless from the chase
What happened to blood and gore, stabbing
Slashing, garrotting and unholy blue murder
What ever happened to the victims pleading?
For their pathetic lives and for god to step in
I used to miss those good old darkened days
But not any more


Here’s what happens at my house on Halloween
I bid you welcome, you come in smiling and laughing
Dressed in bandages as a fun Egyptian mummy
My blood boils I feel the rage rising in my soul
I give you a treat that is also a trick, you pass out
I drag you down to the cellar where the others are
But there’s nobody to talk to, they are all very dead
Like the others, I undress you cutting with scissors
You come to and start screaming, it used to bother me
But not any more

To me your screaming sounds just like laughing
How dare you laugh in the presence of greatness
I find that cutting off the lower jaw with bolt cutters
Silences any more laughter, the guttural noises
Sound much more like pleading as they should
I pull their neck skin up and staple it over their nose
Then puncture some holes allowing breathing
Sometimes I can make them whistle through the holes
Have you ever stuck a hot soldering iron in to an eyeball?
The sizzle the sound of boiling the blood squirting
As you go deeper, I used to do that all the time
But not any more

Now I use and electric dough whisk making a bigger hole
Scooping out the contents and sipping it from a spoon
‘Eye socket soup yummy!’ I have always thought deeply
About eyebrows, what use are they, a scalpel removes them
Then nipples, the devils coat pegs, ravenously bitten off
‘You may want to turn away now’ as I turn to the vagina
Its ugly and evil turning men from the path of righteousness
I must burn the witch: I stuff her opening with firecrackers
Massage around with petroleum jelly and then set alight
The bodily convulsions are exquisite, like a work of art
Her vagina now burnt out, no more pubic hair anymore
This used to give me wood
But not any more

I turn her over and strap her back down to the table
I need to release her now I must invade Satan’s hole
I climb on top, penis erect, a cheese wire with handles
I slip this round her throat, pulling ever tighter as I ride
Just as I start to come I use my power and pull her head
Clean off. Her warm blood flows over me as I dutifully cum
Semen and blood mixes well and on my knees I survey
My wondrous creation I call this one ‘The Headless Whore.’
I used to enjoy my work
But not any more

A single cell. maximum security, solitary confinement
These ten years have dragged like a corpse in the woods
They say I killed and tortured 47before they caught me
247 would have been a more accurate body count
I will never leave this prison cell while I am alive
All I have are my memories well remembered
Clear visually enough to masturbate and cum to
Serial killer and Public enemy number 1
But not any more