#murderer
And then, that's it, our nervous friend, there
Visited by red specters, Indian reservation, of course
In São Paulo, I already knew how things would turn out
It's going to be hard to control: fear, fear, fear
Then things faded away
I never would have imagined it would end like this.
Strange story! Yep, too much cognac, crack, her crime?
Threats that became long and terrible
Killing her was more of a relief than a revelation
Just me, they'll say it was only me, you went home
You see the thing! 10 years, maybe a reduced sentence
a little over 8 years in any case! You get it.
Now I know, now you see, it's too late.
Death has done its work, and I'm the prime suspect.
And you're as sad as the guy in the TV series.
So sad and affected by this dying ****
Well, she must have suffered! In life, as in death.
I'm not going to run away, just make them think I'm messing around.
At full speed, you go home, make pancakes.
I'm going to Cincinnati to do some shopping with her bank card.
My face in the fog inside my mouth.
Unhappy cockroaches slumber in the silence of my throat.
I became a monster trying to do my best.
Who is God?
Where is God?
Lord, spare them.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
Shoot the bird in the foot
Let the sin drip down your chin
You've downed your prey
And held them at bay.
Now sink your fangs into flesh and blood
And pierce the veins
With their flowing crimson.
The mess before you
Feathers strewn about
Clean and white and dotted with red.
Doesn't their fear astound you
The beating of a heart in their breast
Dark eye does dart around
And nails scratch for any grip.
Don't you tear into them more
And revel at the meal?
The way their screams part from their lips
Like an innocent bird
What have they done to deserve this?
Mortal bones break
Mortal flesh tears
Mortal blood does weep.
Does the crimson not shine in the light
Like an expensive wine in a fantasy's delight?
It's blue inside
Not red.
It's white
Not red.
The flesh falling away from the bone
With phalanges exposed to the cold night air.
I saw it happen,
When you peeled the skin away
The layer of white like that of a peeled apple
being prepared for a pie.
When you pierced the cheek with your sharp white points.
When your lips graced the curve of the neck and suckled until crimson spilled.
The velvety black inside your mouth,
Corrupted with the scarlet red
of fresh blood from the vein in which it came.
Does it not bother you?
When you dismantle your prey as though you are a bird of the night
And them a sleepy songbird wishing for a roost?
Hunger.
It must burden you so
To blink when a heart beats and roars
And to hold back the tempest inside
Lest you expose your most private secret in front of the crowds.
How I wish it does so.
Forever.
May you never feel the joy of taking the lives of them all at once.
May you cower in the darkness
And hide within the deepest shadows
Not because the sunlight burns,
No, because the men will hunt you and make your kind known as they sharpen their wooden spears.
And none of you will be safe again.
Bleed your bird
Drain your victim
They are perhaps helpless alone
But the cluster of many is the terror you shall know, forevermore.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 2:44 AM UTC
I chased you.
You ran from me.
I missed you.
You came back to me.
I loved you.
You loved me back.
I found my first home with you.
You moved in with me.
I started to fly.
You started to fall.
I resented you.
You wanted to marry me.
I turned your bad days worse.
You didn’t deserve that.
I wanted you gone.
You wanted me back.
I told you I never loved you.
You asked for another chance.
I brushed off your goodbye.
You turned around and died.
I thought I moved on from us.
But you come back to all my thoughts.
I didn’t mean to do this to you.
You didn’t know I was so bad for you.
I want to trade spots with you.
You should still be here.
I didn't know I was your torturer.
You didn’t know I’d be your murderer.
C.K. Orzen
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
Desire.
Killing softer souls
Then meets the eye.
Screaming,
Drowning.
Running,
Empowering,
I am all but there.
My mind flares
With ideas
That the heavens wouldn't dare
To declare.
For life, I do not bear.
Numb to a feeling,
Born too daring.
Unwilling to sober,
Utterly uncaring.
That is I,
And I shall be until the end of time.
Where I sit against a wall,
Dimmer than my mind.
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 11:53 AM UTC
the level of expertise of how he slit their throat would send a butcher and a surgeon to their knees.
a mad man, none could abate his impending insanity growing inside of him rapidly.
all these blind sighted mice worshipped a killer feigned in modesty and grace.
a murderer could neither be a man in rags or a man clad with wealth and class.
regardless, their masquerade of charm is as deadly as the knife they wield, leads to their victory of escape, the thought disgusts me.
who knew behind your cherry coated lips and hands that are ready to hold would be capable of
bringing death.
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 7:11 AM UTC
Mama, i killed someone--
I cut her throat and drowned her to death.
She stabbed me several times and so i choked her.
Mama, im afraid;
will they know i am the murderer?
I buried her body somewhere not far.
Now dead men tell no tales.
Mama, i killed someone--
I killed her in my poem.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 8:51 AM UTC
I know it's one of __them__
one of __them__ has the __knife__
__3__ have been __lost__ 5 __remain__
a __cold__ blooded __killer__ is on the loose
with __no__ outside help
__we're__ all as good as __dead__
At least that's what I tell __myself__
I was __woken__ in the __night__
__she__ shook me awake
"we found __something__" __she__ says
I see __him__ with the __knife__
it's covered in __blood__
"__I__ didn't do it I __swear__"
he __begs__ saying he had __nothing__ to do with it
then __we__ take the __knife__
and give __him__ what he gave __us__
__we__ go back to sleep
to search for __help__ in the morning
I wake up to see __blood__ on my __hands__
I feel something __cold__ under my pillow
I reach and see the __knife__
I clean __it__ and put it where it __used__ to be
was __he__ even the __murderer__?
__Someone's__ missing I think
__he's__ missing
know there are only __three__
it's __her__ or __him__
but __who__?
I hear a __snap__
__he's__ __dead__
it was __her__!
it's just __you__ and __me__
__she__ says
an evil __smile__ appears on her face
the last thing I __see__
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
i am destruction in its own form.
i am a gas leak
you have never encountered before.
i don't tick like the bomb you're used to.
i have dangerous hands,
they've killed thousands of me.
i am a serial killer of self.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 8:35 PM UTC
Just as you are different to me,
I cannot understand you.
Every move you make
Every thought, expression
That passes across your eyes;
They say eyes are the window into the soul
But your eyes are expressionless
Blank as a stone slate
Cold as a stone slate
How could you **** someone?
Don't you feel guilty?
The dark malice hidden away in those beautiful eyes
Spur-of-the-moment thoughts, uncontrollable impulses.
How did I fall for you?
People still ask me, every day.
Do you still love her?
How do I answer that?
All those memories we shared,
Every photo taken,
I still look back at them, sometimes.
And feel the toxic rush of happiness
Of fondness, of love.
Love for a serial killer.
While you comforted me,
Gently held me,
Assuring me,
Everything was going to be alright,
You tortured, tore apart others
Who were different from me.
You're a murderer, a criminal.
You took a life, intentional
Every move and calculated plan
All executed like a falling guillotine.
Unstoppable. Deadly.
How did I fall for you?
People still ask me.
I still remember, the memories we shared.
Every gentle word and loving touch,
Filling me with toxic happiness.
How did I fall for you?
How do I answer that?
The best answer, I think,
Is that you were different.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Robert Clive.
He was an agent of the Brutish British,
And he brought misery to my Bhaarat.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
In the swirling zephyr,
The grass dances weakly
I heard an escort,– Awaits my way to the Wolf Hall.
A triumphant sinister;—
My broken pleasure,— How lovely to see thy scraps again..
Such a bounty hunter
What the gods want now?
Doth not turn me around!—
Doth not hang me!
If thou loose my ties,—
Thou wilt be a murderer of all vines!
Spare me!— I am not thy prey;
I am not one of Greek's peccant,
Please, off loathing my purity!
This predator devoured me..
The ****** of his dark matter, stabbed me..
The mob held me captive,— by net traps
The culprit lies next to me—
Acted one alike raw; then I was sacked,
I felt the bethel was mocked,—
But my Lord won't despise me.
A paralyzed arrest screeched me
I was stroke— by a vermin quenched for meat..
Thou art the most cherished
It is still me..
Scattered with mud,
Dressed in a blanket;
Hoping to kiss thee
Bend for belief,— and not forgiveness
Wherefor thy body shivers?
Thy cup is condensing,
Lips ill-looking;
Red flames changing blue—
Am I still the hue?
I sensed—
Thou fell into the pit
My shreds, thy lust
The roots art on the tip of thy nails!
An ancestral plague poisoning whoever sits,—
And bridesmaking is a promiscuous habit—
To grasp a braided hair,— for an accessory
Behold, the lineage of romantic paintings,
Whence the bonds turn to heist
Looting innocence and staying in history...
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
Liberty liberty
We chant
Peaceful peaceful
Our voices rise
Seeking a dream
Seeking a homeland
....
Blood blood
Is all I wipe
Eyes wide open
But they see no light
Chasing a dream
Chasing a homeland
....
Tears tears
Sobs and cries
Gone forever
My beautiful man
there is no dream
There is no homeland
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
it took him two hours to
count the bills; would you
believe that?
hihihi
global network
brokers
state's attorneys
distributors
transnational trucking
not to mention the
containers
entrepreneurs like him
timeless my dear!
he descends from
a lineage of
cold-blooded
hawk-eyed
eager
men
quite brutish well but who
wouldn't fight for money?
you see?
moreover as far as
i'm concerned
we are talking about a well established
name here; engraved above monuments
nationwide
you mustn't worry
good people
clean reputations
don't look behind you
don't mind the reflection
don't try to feel the hole in
the back of your head
it's just your blood
it will be over
you have to die now
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
The day arrived.
Violence raged in my heart.
Thunders deafened my internal voices.
Lightning blinded my senses.
Magma flowed across my veins.
With a single jolt, I decimated all my opponents.
With their blood on my face, I looked at the sky, smiling.
That day I experienced the sky's real blue.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
I'm a murderer
I already killed so many times I can't even count on my fingers anymore
I should be arrested but I'm obeying laws with such elegance no one ever saw
But they will judge me
Just as I jugded before
but they won't **** me
Cause I'm the one , cutting me at millions pieces
Or maybe more...
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
Spare me of the self-hatred tonight
Spare me of the pain until sunlight.
Spare me of the sad dreams
I deserve at least one please.
Spare me of the desires and wishes
No-one ever knows what their future is.
Spare me of the cruelty and sour taste
I am tired of every spike of pain my hand creates.
Spare me of this disaster
Spare me yet I have no master.
Who the **** in this world will spare me of the truth?
I keep on bitting from life's poisonous fruit.
Who'd spare me of the true face of earth?
Who'll love the unlovable?
We're afraid of the truth
Yet we're unpredictable.
Who'll spare us all from the war?
If we're all our own murderers at the core?
Spare me I'm already dying
Why should we find the truth if we're all lying?
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
Once, my momma told me to be vigorous
She teached me how to fight with manner
She told me how to argue in righteous
She told me not to be hungry in power.
Once, my momma told me how to be a great man
She teached me how to do chores
She teached me everything in the long run
She was my hero, my saviour that I adore.
My momma, was there through my whole existence
She teached and tell me everything I need to know
She became my mother and father without difference
She was there everytime I get older and to get a blow.
Once, I miss her vanilla pie so I run back home
Feeling excited—I rush inside through the door
I have a big smile, but in a while my body became a stone
I saw it with my two eyes my mother was lying on the floor.
I snapped out and came back from my reverie
I was about to come closer when I saw my hands dripping with blood
Suddenly I saw a mirror with a reflection of me
I was holding a gun and a smile curved into my lips before I hear a thud.
I woke up, in a small filthy cell
I realized I am a prisoner
Time flies so fast I couldn't tell
I remembered I was a murderer.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
To the man who digs graves,
do not do it in the light of day
unless you want your secrets revealed.
To the man who digs graves,
do not miscalculate the placement
unless you want someone to find out.
To the man who digs graves,
do not turn the tables on me
unless all will know of your misdeeds.
To the man who digs graves,
do not tape your victims mouths shut
unless you know they are dead.
To the man who digs craves
do not run
unless you what the police to find you.
To the men who digs graves,
do not leave evidence
unless you want to start digging your grave.
To the man who digs graves,
do not heed my warnings,
unless it's too late.
Now, start digging.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
It's killing me
To try not to think of you
It's killing me
To undo things i used to do with you
It's killing me
To try not to miss you
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Taking root inside hearts,
poisoning people, manipulating their pulse.
Time after time, their visions gets blur,
they don't know what they are doing
that all they do is not their own.
Hearts of gold, jewelery emblossoming their minds. Flowers made by money, adorning their heads, they'd do anything to get that extra cash.
When they lose everything they have,
they break, they wither, they melt down crying bitterly. They counted their lives on money, leaned on them,
made out of them, that when they lose it all, all they do is to break down and sob.
An ongoing murderer, not yet caught,
embraced even, they wear it like a gown. It will not be long till they fall
down, down, down.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC