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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Mind Of A Serial Killer
[time] => 2004-11-28 04:56:55
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[bodytext] => I hear voices, I hear demons Ranting, raving, constant screaming Telling me about mankind Telling me, myself to find …………………………… Part 1-The Sport I got my first gun, when I was eight Started hunting animals, it felt great Skinned and stuffed them, sat them on plaques This was my trophies, for my attacks I got older, weary, wanted more Bought a gun, with a bigger bore Sport so small, now would grow Like the voices, told me so Went to the church, climbed the steeple Looked below at, the ant like people Took careful aim, pulled the trigger My first kill, of a motherly figure ………………………………....... Part 2- A New Thought That night I got ready, to hunt once more Went out to my car and opened the door Driving to a lay by, the couple were sitting Never seen me arriving, in love they were smitten Two shots later, the couple lay dead A neat bullet hole, in their heads Still holding hands, I felt no remorse The voices said son, this is your course The count was rising, I continued my spree But there was still an emptiness, inside of me Something was missing, from my sport I needed a trophy, it opened a new thought ……………………………….......................... Part 3- Always Glad To See Me The body count now stood, at fourteen Papers had named me, the killer unseen Now a new role to fulfil, in all my glory The papers would have, a new twist to the story Once more I got ready, to have some fun Drove to my parents, always glad to see their son Walked into the dining room, kissed them hello Had a drink, talked about the killer, little did they know One shot fired, dads blood does flow Mum turns and screams, my god , son no A bullet later, she joins him on the floor The voices say son, you have the highest score ………………………………........................ Part4- No More Voices I carried them to the room, where I once played Everything intact, mum threw nothing away I slit them open, with my hunting knife Then started the process, of preserving life I stitched them back up, taking great care Took them downstairs, sat them in their chairs My collection complete, from start to finish Suddenly the voices ceased, this was my diminish You caught up with me, quickly after the attack Took me to the station, I never fought back Lead me to my death, lead me to the chair I’m free from the voices, of death and despair [comments] => 4 [counter] => 642 [topic] => 13 [informant] => parkman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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