#serial
Fever pitch,
Sweaty palms,
Repeated psalms
Tension high
Time, it flies
Perfect target
Rug matches carpet
Blonde and blue
If she only knew
Another notch
No other swatch
Colors match
One more drink down the hatch
I stab and laugh
She screams and gasps
Air leaves her lungs
I laugh, having fun
There’s a lower low
In the spiral steps I tow
Down and abound
Surrounded by shroud and sound
“Another one down, another one bites the dust. “
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
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May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
In reality lurks creatures that hunt in the night & day
They call them serial killers who stalk for prey,
A chilling breed with thoughts consumed by a sinister desire,
Leaving a trail of death, only when caught do they retire.
The Mission-Orientated Serial Killer
The Organized Serial Killer, methodical & precise,
Planning every detail, checking everything twice,
They leave no trace, no evidence is left behind,
A mind where discipline & lunacy combine.
Certain ethnicity, religion or even ****** orientation,
Even people who work in the *** industry they feel deserve damnation,
They are ridding the world of its ‘filth’ & that they deserve to die,
Believing without them the world would purify.
The Visionary Serial Killer
The Visionary Serial Killer, chaotic & wild,
Driven by impulse, their actions beguiled,
Their crimes are messy, a frenzy of violence,
Leaving a scene of horror, a twisted defiance.
Some suffering from psychosis that causes them to lose touch with reality,
Their crimes will seem “random” due to their psychotic insanity,
Striking fear from the madness of their murders they create,
If they actually understand right from wrong is always the debate.
The Hedonistic Serial killer
Hedonistic serial killers can be broken down into three subcategories, lust, thrill & comfort,
Not caring for their victims nor their families they hurt,
A Lust killer who rapes, mutilates & kills for their own ****** gratification,
Thrill Killers hunting their victim or seeing their terror may give them elation.
A Comfort killer is someone who kills for money or for material gain,
To receive an insurance payout or an inheritance without a care for others in pain,
Their impulse, they are driven by lust, thrill and/or comfort they find,
To satisfy the hunger inside, is the only thing on their mind.
The Power/Control Serial Killer
A power and/or control serial killer, seeks dominance to inflict,
A thirst for power & whatever their twisted minds depict,
Taking away their victims’ lives, inflicting their force,
Exerting pain & power over their victims without remorse.
Driven by pleasure, a sinister domain,
To install fear in their victims is their campaign,
Leaving a trail of victims & having people fear the night,
They seek gratification; to play mind games they find a delight.
Each type of serial killer, they have a haunting presence,
A reminder of the deep darkness, a sinister essence,
Their actions leave scars, on the families & souls they take,
A chilling reminder of the lives they forsake.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
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 .
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 9:43 PM UTC
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.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 9:50 AM UTC
Poison is a woman's weapon-
venomous like a snake.
It won't **** you
all at once
like the brute force of his hands.
Instead, it takes you slowly-
deteriorating your sense of self
making you wish for death.
Death that brings end to dying.
she has no moral qualms
when it comes to you and all your wrongs.
she only knows betrayal
and that's enough for her.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
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...
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
The suicide note was blank,
I hadn't thought up
a good enough excuse yet
for why they killed themselves.
This one was a tough one,
as my hands aren't as strong as
the used to be, took ages to suffocate...
But as I hung them up like a piñata,
covering the ligature marks smoothly.
I pushed them to get a rhythm of what
to write..
I was tired, uninspired...
I'm getting to old
for this manual labour,
time to retire and write love stories...
"To whom it may concern,
"tested gravity..
"I got a D- oh well....
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
I steel myself for the familiar
--the dark cylinders
of half-smoked cigarettes,
I can feel it in my lungs.
"Magic begins with blood," you said.
"Don't get stuck on a dream."
That could never be.
I dream of someone new each time.
"For me, I'm your sorrow
calling in your dreams.
For me, I'm your shadow
howling in the streets."
My hands, they close
around the throat,
until that whispered plea
becomes a silent sonnet.
"You'll be happier in your grave."
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
Warm thoughts... Love
5 years old, Safe, a dream.
Happiest with my Nan,
My best friend, my mum.
This dream, so strong,
Just can't be wrong.
It couldn't be ignored,
Started me on a photography course...
Not Sure? Only good will, arise.
Positive thoughts in my mind's eye.
Let's go somewhere,change things,
I can help, don't you know?
Oh how I was wrong...
Instead I met Crow.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
I am never gonna change.
I don't need to.
I'm already everyhing.
I am what you call deranged.
People see that.
I'm already dead.
Far away and out of range.
I don't want to.
I don't need friends.
I am never gonna change.
Just so you would.
Start to like me.
I am not controlled or stopped.
Say goodnight to niceties.
Goodbye to free will.
Hello misery.
If you ever cross me.
I'm sorry doctor.
There's nothing to cure.
I just hurt because I can.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
With leather clad hands
and old plastic sheets
he makes up the reasons
for the people he meets.
They'll feel nothing's wrong
for he sings a sweet song
where false promises are made
with a smile from a blade.
And on a cold knife night
he'll extinguish their light
as they struggle for air,
for their pain
is longer than
the chair.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
The smiling man from the grocery store
Doesn't seem as cheery
Staring up at you from Grandma’s china
The stench drifting through the house
Doesn’t seem as exciting
As the first time, it greeted you at your front door
The man who used to sit your dining room table
Doesn’t seem as annoying
When he’s split into his own jigsaw puzzle
The noise coming from the park
Doesn’t seem as innocent
Since you dumped your leftovers there
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
I live for that sound,
Between life and death,
Natural,
Forced,
And naturally forced by my hand,
Serrated steel extension of wild precision,
It says it needs a shower,
And I oblige.
Daddy takes care of his children;
I am firm.
Keep your nose to the grindstone,
Yet,
I am warm,
I'm grateful for your amenity,
Your love,
Your life in pools of red,
My children live through you,
Through your sacrifice they grow.
I...I know you understand,
As you make that sound,
Telling me "you are welcome",
Cradled in my loving arms,
I am humbled.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
his slender fingers reach
for the nape of my neck
I think he’s leaning in for a hug
but his hands rest comfortably
around my throat
tight and snug
my circulation slows
his sharp nails are digging into my skin
my hands are too weak to contest him,
the blood draining from my veins.
he pushes me up on the wall and grins
as I’m left to thrash against his grip and charm
the static drums loud and clear behind my ears
“really, darlin’, what’s the harm?”
inhaling my scent, filled with fear
his voice is just above a purr
I can’t believe I’m choking,
but I can’t believe he’s here.
his hold slacks, and I can whisper
“but I love you…”
a playful smirk is plastered on his face
and he licks his lips, murmuring
“you smell sweet…”
before diving in for the ****
he kisses me, hard and rough
last bits of air dwindling
and I am left
breathless
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
Picture him: He’s gorgeous, thin, tall, and fair, has soft hair; his soft hair falls on his mischievous eyes. He has a pointed nose which makes him look evil. He only wears black which is his favorite color. Oh, you must see him in black; it makes him look like a mesmerizing poem. Imagine him, just close your eyes and imagine him wearing a black, long leather jacket. His eyes are only on you. When he looks at you, your insides churn and you wanna do the unspeakable things with him. He moves closer to you, smiles, oh that smile, which will make the devil weak in the knees. He is a bad, bad boy you always wanted. He touches you setting your body on fire and slowly gets the knife out to slit your throat.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
I hear what you're saying
But I'm too busy slaying
The seemingly trivial
For you to see me as a serial
Human being capable of consistency
The sheer insistency
Won't work on me
I follow the path I set
You seem to forget
Hence why you've had your experiences you've had
And why I've had mine.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC