#serial-killer poems on Hello Poetry

Poetic T Jul 2015

The wind charm perched outside sitting still,
No breath to move it, stagnant
As if
Rigor mortis
Morbidity
Death
Had touched the air, inside he sat,
Tears streaming from his reddened eyes,

"Such beautiful music,

The log fire burned intensely , inside were his branding irons,
He had many in his holder, all sitting neatly,
Stifled noise whimpered near by.

"Time ages many things, many things,
"But bone is a music that sings beautifully,

The white metal was ripe for the flesh, as the
Duck tape peeled slowly, then ripped
As blood spots seeped from skin vandalised
And he recorded every tone that sang forth,

"You are A+ grade my, my, the music we will make,

"Plunged into the  torso slowly,
Not wanting to not damage, that
Delicate,
Exquisite,
Fusion
Of bones that graced the air,
Screams echoing throughout the cabin,
Reverberating like a concerto on the senses.
He puts his headphones on, and with blade
Sharpened to its full potential,
As if a conductor waving it through the air.
With precision he cut, and recorded till silence fell.
Flesh was limp on the floor unwanted,

" Meat for the hounds I think,

As the heart still, faint essence of life's beat clinging,
Thrown to the awaiting dogs.

"Eat your heart out,

(He giggles smiling to himself)

The bone now cleansed of life,
Blood,
Muscle,
Marrow
Expunged from the host, till hollow then
Maliciously worn down to the tune of each, till
The silence breathed out. Each one was unique,
Having its own sound of death,
I heard the gesture of breath upon my master piece
Dangling,
Swaying,
Hanging
Life taken but the voices sing out,
I close my eyes and listen as wind kisses each hollow
And the music of death sings out, each made from
Only one never a mixture, as corrupted
Would the sound get two souls  jousting
Over the voices expelled with winds gesturing them out.
I sell these pieces to those enticed by deaths voice
Hollowed out life, given purpose in silence
I sit in my chair the brands all in there place.
Tears form as the orchestra of screams scratch
Deep within his soul,
The wind speaks to those bones hanging outside.

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#death #music #wind #sound #bone #flesh #serial-killer

Poetic T Jul 2015

Lake Of Souls Last Words

The waters calm exterior it was serine but
What was trailing back to shore waters in upheaval,
As paddles violently thrashed as If to cause
Pain,
Bruising,
Wounds
That were cut, but as the boat settled moored on
The lakeside, the waters serine angers
Lashing nothing more than splashes on the shore.

"I will swim with your voices give it time,

For the waters are a tomb of secrets,
We only see the surface never beneath,
Fears of what is not known or not of wanting,

"Stop screaming I need your words,
"Don't worry I will not harm you,

"Why did you take me,
"And are you talking to me?

"I just needed witnesses to this,
"I'll take you across the lake,

And truth to word he took them ******* silent
Was his wish, they were in false circumstances
Thinking freedom was near.

"look into the waters,
See what it is that I see deep beneath,

Gazing into the waters eyes focused on what
Faintly seen beneath,
But there spot was chosen, this was there moment

"Sorry I say but last words must swim,
"Waters will hold your spirit it is heaver than water,
"Your words I will bath in souls nourish my flesh,

"You said you wouldn't harm me,
"You said,

"The waters take you I have not done harm,
"Peace and last words will wash over you,
"Silence as you stare to the heavens unharmed,

Treading water like air, impulses wither as
Hands,
Ankles,
Bound,
The water drinks upon the momentary upheaval,
Then all is serine once again, another flower
Planted at the bottom of this whispering waters .

Three days had past, and into the waters he bathes,
They called to him each wave upon shore a
Spoken,
Gestured,
Words,
Only heard by his thoughts, as he feels souls
Washing upon and over his feet, a tiny pull he feels

Speak your words,
"I will listen in water depths,
" I did not, no shame am I felt,
"The waters took you, not I,

Then he sank beneath into the clear airless void,
Looking upon those chained by waist,
Eyes once looking up,
But know looking forward,
Staring,
Gazing,
Dead
Looks of life silently departed, he freezes
As those socket-less voids,
Ascend on his thoughts. Raging he lashes out,
Now those chains of ******* snare upon his self.
Last moments not realised as on knees he is trapped
Airless void catching his last words

"I only wished to bath in your word,

Those that others never heard,
As life seeps from this husk,
In his rage all brought close,
His view is not of the heavens as
Those before he ******. But the dead
Did watch him with blank eyes,
His features frozen as if screaming but never caught.

#water #talk #souls #calm #serial-killer #sercets

Poetic T Jun 2015

How Deep Do You Want It In

"Slip it in, go on I can take it,*
"Wow,
"Slowly eager ******,

"She groans as a mixture of euphoria and pain,

"Do you want it to the hilt?
"Can you take that much in one go,

"Just push it in slow,
"I can take it I think,

"I ****** it in her, she bleeds a little,
"Who is more excited?
"I pull it out slowly,

"Arrr baby that feels good,
Mmm
"That was deeper then before,

"When can I stick in you,

"We never said we would do that,

"Are you scared,

No....

"I'll only do it once,

"Ok,

"She gets ready,
"I can see the excitement on her face,

"Now don't be a chicken,
"Bgirrk bruk bruk bruk,

"Just get it over,
"But not to the hilt,
"I mean it,
"I think your enjoying this a little to much,

"Ouch,

"Don't be a baby that was barely the tip,
"God is the buzz you felt,

"It hurts, I think I'm going to be sick,
"O' my god,
"What are you doing,
Only once....
Only onc

She smiles as he turns silent,
Cherry red seeped out, and he lay slumped
On the ground, lifeless stained,
What had started as curiosity, as twisted trusting fun.
She had done her first, the one she loved.
Now the next would be just a lunge in the ,
Stomach,
Back,
Life
Draining upon different floors. she had put
It in once and was addicted at the felling
Of putting it in,
Deeper the better not just the tip but to the hilt.

#first #try #deep #tip #serial-killer #insert

Poetic T Jun 2015

My Book Of Memories

"I have a book"
"I have a book with pages within its covers,

I wrote your life on this page,
Each one of you were only ever a one,
Never more, never less,
I scribed upon it your
Birth,
Life,
Death
Was inevitable in that moment, I took
Notes before I wrote this,
Homework was needed as I feed
Myself into your life.

"Hi I'm Paul,

It was but a step to let myself in,
A friend is trusted upon time, let close
To life's
Moment*
Beginning
Breath
That I took wasn't mine, but written on
This dried page, red was the colour
That was used, still warm from
Your depleted carcass, no longer life.
You were one of a few blessed
Into eternity's words
No room for error as only one page you had,
Perfection inked on this dried page.

"I have a book"
"I have a book with pages within its covers,

I will write this till the book is full,
And though many fill this carcass of death,
They live on in the brief descriptions of their
Birth,
Life,
Passing
They are recorded in red ink, the blood of
Life now ceased flows on this page,
I am writing a book of memoires
Of live birthed, life lived and then death.

"I licked the pages,
"I know its wrong,
"But they where salty like cracking pork,

You will be immortal in these pages,
But first is you last breath, can you see
What I'm doing keeping your mundane
Life breathing within the pages.
Your flesh is the page, your blood the ink
That tells the story beginning, middle, and your death.

#death #ink #immortal #read #twisted #flesh #serial-killer

Poetic T Apr 2015

The Undertakers Last Dance

They said it was beneath me
"Beneath me"
I'll show them what is beneath this fixture
Of flesh and bone.
Can you walk on shards without cutting,
Making me feel as though this is what I'm worth
Laughing, smiling wailing at my misfortune,
"I'll shut the door on them all"
Awaken my princess of beauty, but you are
Ugly on the inside,
I have skills you didn't know,
I went to medical school,
"What was that you said"
"Cat got your tongue"
No its here cold as your words,
Know do you wish to see something??
"Here is the ugliness inside"
Fear, horror as anaesthesia, wears thin
"Do you feel the disgust in yourself"
"Do you feel what is beneath"
Open mouthed silent scream resonates
Upon her bleeding featurless face,
"Does it hurt"
"Here this should help"
I pour on a solution
Two parts vinegar,
One part salt,
A little water a cup was enough,
"Wow" "Fu#k"
Watch her shuffle and squirm,
As the pain gathers pace,
A tear forms in my eye, I hoped she would
Lasted longer...
O' well next room it is...
Hi welcome to the moment you waited for
"This is what's left of your life"
What can I say, the big man
"Now a little shorter"
A little taken of the bottom and sides
"He goes to grab upon my throat"
"Timber"
"Whoops"
Now aren't we silly lying in a puddle
Of our own blood, I was never that good at stitches.
"Squirm little worm"
Wakey! Wakey! sleeping trunk,
Thought I lost you for a moment,
"Now where were we"
"Fifteen years ago"
Driving having fun, having fun,
"Having ***#ing fun"
"Little rich boy"
"Little rich departed girl"
You paid for your freedom while she was,
"She was trapped below"
I watched the love, the life drain,
You just laughed...
"Who's"
"Laughing"
"Now"
What was that!!!
"Sorry"
"I'm sorry"
"Please"
That's what I thought you said
"No"
"No"
"No"
We are way past sorry, now its time to leave,
I was going to put you beneath,
"Soil" "Earth"
But I thought this was fitting,
Meet your love, the ugly shown
"Underneath"
Now shhh... you'll feel like a little *****.
Wakey! Wakey! sleeping trunk,
Look I found your,
"Legs"
"Arms"
I had some fun,
Hahaha....
Now these are of my own design,
For people like you, like her.
Don't worry there sound proof,
Unfortunately she'll not feel this
But she felt plenty before she was gone.
This will be slow painful
"I'm not sorry"
"What"
"You"
"Sic"
"Basta"
"I'll ki yo"
I love doing that open, close, open, close.
Sound like musical beat if you time it just right,
"You took her from me"
"You made me what I am today"
Every action has a reaction
And this is yours.
Lets play some authentic music,

"Burning in the ashes"
"Of those that came before"
"Paying for sins of a past forgotten no more"

-Chorus-
"You gone burn"
"Burn so slow"
"Feeling the flame of redemption"
"You going to die"
"To ashes you will slowly go"

"Burning in the ashes"
"Of those that came before"
"Paying for sins of a past forgotten no more"

"Did you like,
"I wrote it myself"
You will not go fast, think
"Slow Cooker"
You will feel pain like never before.
You where the last in a line, of those who did
Me wrong. They say the best is for last,
Everyone else was quick. each their own chorus.
Know that when you are both ashes I will urinate on
Your hot embers, no dignified place,
I will just flush you down the ******
Its where **** does goes and **belongs.

#hate #revenge #beneath #serial-killer

Poetic T Mar 2015

They Float On Pink Balloons

They float these pink balloons
Strings hanging down, they
Sway back and forth like
Leaves in the wind.

Weighted down never to reach
Beyond their moment, never to
Fly free, these pink balloons,
Swaying in the wind.

Scuffing across the floor, neither
gravity keeps them grounded, or
These pink balloons never to
Let this hanging moment soar.

I have many pretty balloons, my
Favorate is pink, pink is the colour
Of flesh, a beautiful tone. One
I like to cut and bleed, as they hang
There slowly strangled floating on air.

What will take them, floating along
Scuffing feet plead for the ground,
But I like to pierce the flesh, like a
Balloon life does deflate slowly
Then gone as if never there.

I have many balloons suspended, some
Stagnant still, while others twitch.
Floating just above life, gliding
Closer to death as they hang upon
String neither here or there.

#cuts #floating #serial-killer #balloon-series #hangning

Poetic T Feb 2015

To Whom It May Concern

If you are reading this, I must say sorry
Sorry for the pain,
Sorry for your loss of days,
Sorry of moments you'll never get back again.
I write this as a confession
I write this upon paper
So its more personal,
For this is your last moment on earth
It will be quick, mostly painless
Unless you struggle, all bets are off.
I choose you,
Be glad,
Be happy
With your sacrifice in silence
Your family will be safe,
I will not touch
I will not harm a hair on their head.
But please read on,
Don't be scared,
It will be over soon,
Emotions are telling you to
Run,
Scream,
Phone
Lines are dead, as soon as you will be,
Think of the children
Of your partner sleeping in bed,
Yes they will find you
Yes you will be dead
But think they will live on
As long as silence is your last breath
Look above you,

"Silence was your gift of life"
"This is your last breath"

Silence  falls as gently held till death,
For one too be still
Lets others still  breath
With the  quietness  of your **Death.

Sacrifice for others to live

#life #death #sacrifice #silence #serial-killer

Poetic T Jan 2015

Crimson (Serial Killer Song)

I sit here in misery
"My hands shake"
I scream at a reflection
Me, Me, Me
Will I be that which I need to be.

(chorus)
I need crimson flushed over me
I need crimson within me
I need to see the misery
I need too see cold eyes in front of me.

I cry at the moments of misery
She is the mistress of needed lust
Will she not answer my prayers
I will never wash it away from me.

(chorus)
I need crimson flushed over me
I need crimson within me,
I need to see the misery
I need too see cold eyes in front of me.

Will I ever bleed enough crimson,
There is beauty in the bleeding
To feed her greed,
Will she be satisfied as I am in misery.
I have left crimson cold on the ground
Will I ever see her my **crimson queen.

A new twist of the knife...

#blood #song #misery #queen #serial-killer

Poetic T Feb 2015

Seamstress Of Beauty

Wilted flower,* ageless in
A time of *frailty, never wishing
For her glow to fade, but
Every flower wilts over time.

She was weak in sympathy
Seeing everyone though her
Outer shell was, of ill taste,
Souring there eyes.

So those of younger skin she
Spat upon in hated gestures,
Until she could not see beauty,
Only those having what had
Faded upon her over time.

She was a seamstress of cloth,
Fashion was in her eyes, beauty
For beauty now all was bland
As her image tainted, She was
Upon a plan.

She would take beauty from those
Unworthy souls, who abused the
Gift for it should be collected,
Harvested, so began her crime.

The first was a nose, cut off still
Breathing jagged edges ruined.
She slashed upon beauty as stillness
Settled in there eyes. Like a canvass
Now ruined, ugly in her sight,
Discarded in to the river the fishes
Feasting upon her crime.

She harvested, parts each dead
for moments but stillness brought
precision, each flawless gem, with
Precise loops each part fell in to place.

She only needed one more ,the lips
So delicate, so fragile. She carved
So many kisses from the bodies,
But never the correct, impatient
She became, enraged with failures.

Her moments of rage, became news.
"The patch work doll"
"The seamstress of beauty"
She liked this name for beauty
Was a puzzle that she stitched
Together to hide the ugly inside.

Then upon those fated moments,
"Excuse me do you know the"
Her mind forgot to listen, transfixed
Upon those ruby gems, Yes ill
Show you the way.
"Thank you mam"
Ill fated beauty, single breathes to
Take. These where her jewels of
Her crown as each most delicately
Removed, stored so not to break.

The patchwork was finished, hideous
Monstrosity of flesh dead, but she
Revelled upon her creation. Missing
The point that she was only faded inside.

She wore this mask, the seamstress of
Beauty now wore the blood of others
Upon her face, each was a life taken
For this moment in the mirror, she
Looked upon in happiness, in joy
Of others pain, but the moment faded.

All she saw was others, her beauty hidden
Upon the stiches of others face, she
Couldn't see herself only the faces of
Each life she did take. The lips moved
Spoken words upon this face, you want
This beauty take it cut it with the knife.

She cut upon this mask, deep cuts
Upon her own self, the mask fell
To the floor, spare parts of meat.
She cut around, bleeding down
Kissing the floor as it fell. Till she
Stood there, her skin, meat upon
The floor.

Those final moments the seamstress
Saw she was beautiful, that it was
Underneath that was what she had
Missed, so much beauty spilled for
What, as she ran screaming towards
The window.

Like a mirror shattering shards
Showing her a reflection of the beauty
She had become, she was the seamstress
Of many faces but know only one
Face hits upon the unforgiving ground.

Beauty in pieces...

#death #beauty #work #patch #serial-killer

Poetic T Jan 2015

The Silent One

I seek the silence, the quiet
Nothingness but tranquil
Thoughts. Moments intense
Seconds count ever down,
Till serenity is achieved within
My thoughts.

It wasn't always this way
The noise deafened me within
My walls. Anarchy bleed sound
Next door neighbours, raised till
The point of violence, I quenched
Her moods with one foot forward
Noise upon steps, screams then silence.

All was silent, peace in my moment
But Castle has four walls, And with
One voiceless the others heard more,
Above was as if to come through my
Sight, Inviting those above to fall to my
Place of peace, to corrupt my silence.

Unlocked, Invited to quench the
Noise that permeates upon my
Essence. In tranquil solitude
Bathed in silence, I invite them
To sink into the abyss, I silence
The anger of needed silence.

So many moments of diluted lives
Now silenced, never to interrupt
My moment of deathly quite.
For silence is peace, tranquillity
For those silenced, needing to hear
The clarity of my vision of peace of
mind. for any that disturb my
Tranquillity will be suppressed by **death.

Shhhhh.... please be quite

#peace #death #fell #rage #quite #drowned #serial-killer