- Joined
- Nov 7, 2015
This poem rivals even Pushkin.
I sit here with the trophy from my last brutal kill
I think back on how I started this career I now fulfill
The memories of my past are of neglect, abuse and pain
But they’ve made me who I am from the strength that I now gain
At first it was my brother in whom I tried to burn
But my mother caught me out, a harsh lesson I had to learn
Then later I tortured animals just to watch them die
And pulled the wings off tiny insects so they could never fly
I killed cats and dogs and birds, I would beat them in the head
And stab them with my knife or starve them till they’re dead
I was seeking larger prey as my desire to kill grew strong
And thoughts of human murder filled my head from that point on
My family were the first of the murders that I planned
But I knew I’d be a suspect and in a prison cell I’d land
My hatred grew to rage and as this murder became a need
I started hunting random prey to kill and watch them bleed
The life of a serial killer is not the easiest one to make
With the danger that’s involved and the risks you have to take
But it is worth the hunt and the rush from each killed prey
And you feel that God-like power as the rage just drains away
It’s a temporary feeling that never seems to last
And the need to kill again becomes a hunger pretty fast
I do not feel remorse for all the people I have slain
They were nothing more than objects in a deadly little game
Nor do I feel regret for all those lives that I have taken
I am a psycho and a sadist and that is not to be mistaken
One day my career will end in either capture or in Hell
And I’ll be eventually put to death or made to live in a tiny cell
But until that day arrives I’ll be sure to keep the thrill
Of this hunger for the hunt and the excitement of the kill
This is the life of a murderer and it’s the only one I know
So, you can be sure if they ever catch me I’ll put on a damn good show![\spoiler]
I think back on how I started this career I now fulfill
The memories of my past are of neglect, abuse and pain
But they’ve made me who I am from the strength that I now gain
At first it was my brother in whom I tried to burn
But my mother caught me out, a harsh lesson I had to learn
Then later I tortured animals just to watch them die
And pulled the wings off tiny insects so they could never fly
I killed cats and dogs and birds, I would beat them in the head
And stab them with my knife or starve them till they’re dead
I was seeking larger prey as my desire to kill grew strong
And thoughts of human murder filled my head from that point on
My family were the first of the murders that I planned
But I knew I’d be a suspect and in a prison cell I’d land
My hatred grew to rage and as this murder became a need
I started hunting random prey to kill and watch them bleed
The life of a serial killer is not the easiest one to make
With the danger that’s involved and the risks you have to take
But it is worth the hunt and the rush from each killed prey
And you feel that God-like power as the rage just drains away
It’s a temporary feeling that never seems to last
And the need to kill again becomes a hunger pretty fast
I do not feel remorse for all the people I have slain
They were nothing more than objects in a deadly little game
Nor do I feel regret for all those lives that I have taken
I am a psycho and a sadist and that is not to be mistaken
One day my career will end in either capture or in Hell
And I’ll be eventually put to death or made to live in a tiny cell
But until that day arrives I’ll be sure to keep the thrill
Of this hunger for the hunt and the excitement of the kill
This is the life of a murderer and it’s the only one I know
So, you can be sure if they ever catch me I’ll put on a damn good show![\spoiler]
