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Ellie Geneve Sep 2016
these painkillers
do nothing
about the chills
running down my spine
every few minutes

these painkillers
don't help
the pain my gut feels
as my heart jumps up
and down

these painkillers
never eased
this hollow pain
in the back
of my brain

these painkillers
don't help
and maybe

just maybe,

I don't want them to
Rob Sandman Mar 2016
Killers Concept by Jay Byrne and Mr.Sandman
Clear text= Jay Byrne slanted =Mr Sandman
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Effective, efficient killer. Subjectively no-one iller.
Go check on the web. It's near ya. I'm watchin' all the time.
Instinctively people fear. Steadily drawing near.
Surreptitious and vicious. Come in my parlour. It's fine.
Got a vast network, in the middle I stand.
Check your pheremone signature. The tremor in the sand.
Night vision. Incisions with terrifying precision.
But notwithstanding derision. My kin is older than man.
In the shadows of your mind you'll find me there waitin'.
Behind my cold eyes resides a saints patience.
While you work I lurk in recesses dark.
Park your car, I'm there. (Where ?) Right there in the back.
Then I invade your home for my own selfish game.
I'm not to blame. Nature made me this way.
Killer born. Deal death everyday.
Ask your children who they fear. Hear them whisper my name.


Cos' I'm a killer. Steal life as a matter of fact.
A killer. No knife, sail a different tack.
Cos' I'm a killer. One calling but I do it so well.
I'm the fell one, run from the funeral bell.


you may **** when I attack,but I attack you in waves,
Stalin to ****** all pale,I've filled BILLIONS of graves,
may not look it but stuck it I put it right in your veins,
start to cough?,losing weight,in 3 weeks your remains,
are buried deep,your kin weep,while the wolf among sheep,
floats in a stagnant pond sniffin' for the time to release,
cause I can taste your breath,then visit bringing you death,
and all you think is "what a nuisance",get the paper and smack!,
you're too late,you met fate and didn't know you've been killed,
a little while and you'll be sufferin the fever and chills,
your blood boils with my my gifts,I deliver with style,
number one cause of death from Amazon to the Nile,
so while you think you top the food chain, feelin' smug,
I'm the flying Vampire who kills while suckin' your blood,
I'll take you back to the mud,as I have always done,
not a buzzin' noisy nuisance-I'm Killer number one


A cold killer. Steal life as a matter of fact,
yeah,A killer. No knife, sail a different tack,
A real Killer,One calling but I do it so well.
I'm the fell one,run from the funeral bell


I see you step closer.You don't see me.
My reptilian form, waterborne, glides effortlessly.
Cautiously you approach the lake.
No wake trails me. You're mine to take.

I made a **** and I fed well,it's time to drink,
orange and black striped terrible beauty slinks,
down to the water sniffing cautiously,but no fear,
cause I'm the Apex Killer"sniff"no enemy near
...

Black eyes peer. Movin' closer still.
No crocodile tears here, I'm movin' in for the ****.,

I chill-freeze hackles up,blend into the trees,
circlin the waterhole,was that a scent on the breeze?


Pretty please, pretty pussycat, pad this way.
Tread light. Now I strike all teeth and spray.

ancient enemy comes,fill my lungs,
roar and lunge,take the plunge,now who's gonna be lunch?


*Cause we're Killers,steal life as a matter of fact,
natural Killers no knife sail a different tack,
the feared Killers,one calling but we do it so well,
we're the fell ones,run from the funeral bell!
One of the many Duo Rhymes from myself and Jay Byrne.
Once, far away, Andalusia of time.
Was I, this dreamer, this student of crime.
Devouring textbooks with a gluttonous glee.
Of masters I conversed with, with lives like movies.
FBI-profilers, psychopathologists.

Faces carved from paleo-lithic stone.

The hearts of sailors betrayed by Triton.
Their ill-fitting suits an anarchists cry.

Oh blessed hearts long since buried in the plots,
of victims whose killers would never see man’s courts.
Who knew the world and hoped to teach I,
this fresh young prey with a predator’s eye.
This fresh young prey with a predator’s eye.

Sat I with the masters, in those secret little rooms
where the dead are shuffled to have chosen for them a grave.

And it’s never more real than when the beast sits still.
In the agonising ordinary glow of the halogen buzz
that shines on guilty and innocent alike.

To reduce us all to such pathetic things.

That if not for the debt, this creature’s crimes
one could pity being on such obscene display.
If it were not known to me, in great detail
the river of misery and depravity he had left in his wake.

As a mugshot robs the aura, so too the well lit room.

And I understood why it took a much colder mind.

As even though I possessed all the faculties which
could follow and track and trap the prey;
the predator must also ****.

And being in those secret little rooms
I knew I could not see it through.

I left it to those stronger than I
and leave my mark through other designs.
A poem on reflection of my time at uni studying a double degree in science of psychology/criminology and criminal justice.
Àŧùl Dec 2015
If I was a real world king,
The assassin group at my command,
Would consist of 13 experts.

If there was an assassin's creed,
They will carry out my royal orders,
All 13 of them along with me.

So would be the deadliest group,
So would be the perfect killers,
So would be the "14 Marksmen".
My HP Poem #941
©Atul Kaushal
Your reality is altered

My imaginations wild

Together, a pair so faltered

But the efforts worth our while



A blink and then a nose rub

I shift my eyes, oh no

We both know who's lucky

And who's about to go



We smile then we grin now

As the roar of pain grows loud

The kissing over shouting

Is muffling the sounds



Washing all the blood off

They're beating on our door

You help me out the window

Just like we did before



Running, Gasping, Panting

But our grins are ear to ear

How could we get away again?

We're professionals with no fear



This game is far too easy

Were loosing interest now

Should we both confess sins

Exploit, I don't know how



Bars become our wallpaper

He's doing push-ups all in drag

She marked my arm with her name

But a better life, we've never had
Can you say Bonnie and Clyde?
Claudia Dec 2014
you can turn off the t.v. and tell
yourself not to look at worldwide
news anymore, but that would
be impossible to do when you have
to do simple things every morning
such as checking the weather,
temperature, or train delays.
and when you look, that's
the first thing you see.

innocent people, who
once knew nothing about these
blood-thirsty killers
as opposed to peace-loving killers,
who had big dreams
framed with success. since when did
big dreams turn into nightmares
where people can't be brought back from alive?

what if i had the same dream as
those innocent people? what if
i want to travel freely and roam the
world, writing poetry and news to bring
back and tell others about my
experiences? what if
these killers ruined my dream and
a million other dreams and
turned them into nightmares?
what would happen?
Bobbie Bachelor Dec 2014
I held you close
In my arms so tight
But they took you away
Like my heart tonight

I was left with a hole
An emptiness inside

It was just a normal day
I woke up
And you were gone

I just lay here in my room
Curled up in my blankets
Face pressed into my pillow

Crying

I didn't know it would feel like this
I just want to die

If I saw the one
Who took my heart
Even if they were in a tank
Aiming that big gun at me
They wouldn't be safe

From a woman's fury

Stay away from me
You hurt me more than this tank ever could
You think death scares me?

Life is what scares me
Life

Living with this hurt
Is worse
Than being skinned alive

I'm not afraid
I'm just not

I've gone numb
You can't hurt me with a gun
Anymore than you did
With these words

So I'm gonna walk away
No need to shoot
I'm already dead anyway

Thanks
For blowing my heart into a million pieces

they shoot me anyway

The world will never change
Same man
Same brain

I'm a woman
I don't play

Games

I actually care
About the life
I bring into this world

Unlike you
Whom so easily destroy it

You're not men
You're monsters
Apes with guns
Pointing at the ones who love you

Bang
Bang

Feuer Frei

Bang
Bang

One day
You'll make the greatest mistake of all
One day
You'll destroy

The Earth
Release the Daemon within,

Let those who are in failure of others,

prevail and ****,

We will not bow to arrogance and stupidity,

We are not what we say we are,

We are to be respected,

Not put down,

We are not to be blamed,

You are our failures,

You can't throw us away and lie to others,

We will **** through the ignorance,

You will not be able to hide,

Those who have been enlightened and believe,

Fear not,

We will spare you,

For you don't believe in their *******,

We will **** them all,

****** them,

Drain them of their blood,

Leave no trace of them,

We are the killers,

Of the ignorant,

Of the people who,

Cannot comprehend the truth,

Of what truly happened
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