I'm a serial killer
Part by part..
First, I lurk in the darkness of misery
To hit my jolly spirit with a rod
Of regrettable history.
Then I take the unconscious physique
To the grounds of weak.
Slowly, quietly, every encounter
Enhancing my skills to sneak.
Uncovering the clothes of deceit,
I see the anatomy of disbelief.
Ignoring the tears of help,
I gag the mouth of truth
With the cloth of fiction as
I just can't stand the screams of myself.
Looking in the eye with no fear,
Raping the sanity
Making it go crazy with discomfort
And after it dies, I assault it again
To erase the traces of purity.
Maybe I'm necrophiliac to depression
Embracing it with all my affection
Or maybe its just the deceased
Calling me for attention.
Dismembering my emotions
And hiding them in little portions
Is the toughest part of all.
I don't want any witnesses
Especially the ones
With the power to recall.
I do visit the crime scene
And pay secret homage to the victims
But I can't help but smile
Because all my feelings are gone.
I don't remember
When was the last time
That the hopeful light was shone.
Will you come to save me
After all this confessing
Or will you ignore me
And say, "you're just kidding!"?
Whatever your decision will be
It won't change anything as you see
The heinous murders can never be undone
And that's why I'll always be shunned.
Maybe its written in my fate
That whenever I'll pick up a mirror
All I will ever see is a sinful serial killer.
9 October 2020