The cries, the screams Ripping out the hearts Of innocent souls Tearing them to pieces The chilling smile, The evil laugh The periodic lies Repetion Repetion Killing anything in his path Making any joyful thing die Painting roses with the blood of his victims Drawing them in with a sinister act Acting as if you care But destroying them Repetition Repetition No sense of feeling No appeal for emotions Throwing around the "I love you"s Eroding Trust Creeping into minds and Hurting Everyone Regardless Of who they are And if the victim escapes.... Well.... They'd wish they were dead. The actions of my serial killer .
You can be anything you want to be; a clown, a lover, a serial killer, a tarot card reader, a musician who likes to eat pickles. You can be a prized fighter who falls in love with love itself. When you read you can be anything, and I do mean anything. But when you write.....you can see what's happening in front of you, you can be the night sky, in the twinkling eye of the child when she is being read your bedtime story. Put yourself in my place, when I am writing I close my eyes and the story that wants to come out is vividly clear in front of me. It's amazing what words can do when the right ones are put together: time stood still when you looked at me. I felt what you didn't say, I felt what you were gonna say. You smell so good, I can't wait for you to.....You know....It's all good, I know you feel it too, if this is just my imagination, I need to stop drinking so much coffee, the caffeine is starting to get to me.
they came to check on me room 222 I had tried to enter room 555 earlier and the guest reported me to the front desk who had, in turn called the Sheriff's office the guest stated that she normally wouldn't have called but I had such a menacing look that it frightened her almost a look of...evil it was 3:33am and the hotel was quiet they knocked but got no answer they had the front desk call the room still no answer they finally got a pass-key from security and entered the room to find me passed out on the couch they checked for a pulse laughed it off and left me to my dreams all of this save a vague recollection of being at the bar had left me
and what a dream I was back in the bar in the midst of a heated argument over religion, God, evil... it was close to turning violent when a few cops arrived they arrested me for drunk and disorderly but let the other guy slide I hollered and screamed on the way to the station even threatened their lives they just laughed...an evil laugh
I passed out before reaching the station and in the dream I woke up in my cell and then immediately and in actuality, awoke in my room it was 5:55am and I wanted to hit the road by 6am to get a jump on traffic I got a quick shower, packed and was at the desk in 20 minutes
The desk agent, after wishing me a safe trip began to apologize for the incident the previous night and said it happens all the time I asked what incident she was referring to she said 'well, going to the wrong room by mistake' I advised her she must have me confused with another guest 'oh no' she said...'I'm quite sure...room 222, correct?' yes...but 'and so unfortunate for the 2 officers who took you to your room and came back when you were found wandering in the halls trying to get into other guestrooms. Well, just a short time later on their very next call they arrested someone else who grabbed one of their guns and shot both of them. Isn't that awful. I forgot to mention...we dropped the charge for the drink you had just ordered before the officers arrived in the bar...so you have a credit of 6.66 on your card. Come see us again Mr Gates.' That's Bates...