Serial Killer

I'm a serial killer

Murdering myself

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

So Hard,

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.

Later,

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.

Occasionally,

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.

×∞ Adin

9 October 2020