A Serial Killers Last KillA Poem by E.j.aka.HannahI have a demon in me. Youve heard of possesion, the unwilling inhabitation of someones body, for the devils work, is this not so? But what if the possesion is willing? Like mine.
Sometiems I see lives in my mind. The neglectful, the careless, the vain, the greedy, I see them all as I look in your eyes, theres no one more evil than you.
Can I kill you? Do you mind? Good, I dont want a fight. Just a few cuts and we'll be done, This activity will be such great fun! Oh come now, dont struggle, It just makes it harder to fasten these straps and keep you secure. If only they would understand that begging and pleading only makes me smile.... what a difference it would make to my job... if only, if only.
Now the pleading has stopped, and I dim down the lights, Your curious now if this is your last night. Dont be afraid, you cowardly s**t, Youll see night again in the devils pit. The question escapes from those tiny trembling lips, you question my actions as I slit both your wrists.
Oh I cant even begin to explain the feelings I experience. The tingling, the joy, the laughter, the high... A little cut here, a small nick there, Now your blood is my favorite medium. A piercing scream is heard down the hall, Are you frightened, you little b***h? Hahaha....you should be.
As a final touch, I take my saw, and open your stomach and take a peak around. Your heat warms me, your acids consume you, Screams turn to sobs, then cries and twisting, the burning and aching is torturous isnt it? That would be the idea.
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3 Reviews Added on July 31, 2009 Last Updated on July 31, 2009 AuthorE.j.aka.HannahChipley, FLAboutName:EJ Occupation: Artist & Wandering Soul Info: Im quiet, funny, independant, loyal, & honest. Nothing else is needed to be said. more..Writing
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