I plunge my fists deep into the cavity beside your heart
oh then I scream as thou pristine hands are painted red, for
my knowledge's a disposition, my loving's an addiction,
I may be tightly knit but my mind's fraying at the edge,
I felt myself caring, when I thought it no longer could be
my warped obsession with you
gave me something to think about, and queerly set me free -
alas my pastimes remained
a quandary to the twisted and deranged
through the eyes of a calculative Psychopath
I am cursed to forever see,
yes I know what to feel, I know what to say
but don't be fooled, I'm a living masquerade and I care not for you in any way -
oh I'll buy you a coffee, take you to a room and please you there -
but then the twitches start, as I rip the sultry fabric
from your skin, grab handfuls of your velveteen hair,
oh you'll be petrified, you'll freeze
as I finally unveil the insanity that I strive to appease -
in full swing and oblivious to the pain
revelling in the serendipity that is my disease
I'll take you for all you are, and all your worth,
then I'll swiftly **** you
and leave your body bleeding upon the hearth -
strolling casually into the dying sun,
smiling as the day collapses and begins to fold -
a horrific sight enough
to make one's blood run cold.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC
I plunge my fists deep into the cavity beside your heart
oh then I scream as thou pristine hands are painted red, for
my knowledge's a disposition, my loving's an addiction,
I may be tightly knit but my mind's fraying at the edge,
I felt myself caring, when I thought it no longer could be
my warped obsession with you
gave me something to think about, and queerly set me free -
alas my pastimes remained
a quandary to the twisted and deranged
through the eyes of a calculative Psychopath
I am cursed to forever see,
yes I know what to feel, I know what to say
but don't be fooled, I'm a living masquerade and I care not for you in any way -
oh I'll buy you a coffee, take you to a room and please you there -
but then the twitches start, as I rip the sultry fabric
from your skin, grab handfuls of your velveteen hair,
oh you'll be petrified, you'll freeze
as I finally unveil the insanity that I strive to appease -
in full swing and oblivious to the pain
revelling in the serendipity that is my disease
I'll take you for all you are, and all your worth,
then I'll swiftly **** you
and leave your body bleeding upon the hearth -
strolling casually into the dying sun,
smiling as the day collapses and begins to fold -
a horrific sight enough
to make one's blood run cold.
Request permission to use this poem