My Only Hunger
My existence is putrid vile thoughts in spots were grey matter rots
Plots to unearth my crimes prove fruitless, like the proof less claims by cops
Dropped, another teen brutally caught in this wicked game of cat and mouse
Tattered blouse, the only remnants of the bitch I drug drugged out her house
Doused in a biological concoction, she lies bruised from head to shin
Sin? I think not, hell's a 'fair ground' for the dark lord and demonic kin
Blood thirsty is an understatement, I hunger for the taste of sweet death
Greet Beth with a surgeons grin, as the cold steel embeds deep within
Breath begins to cease as I enter the soon to be deceased deep with ten
Sick men have never stroked with genius the way I slipped this bitch penis
Like the image of Venus, I'll leave her a bloody limbless mess
Confess? Fuck you; crime is my prescription for a deep seeded stress
The dearly departed, and I do mean in many parts, speak gently to me
You see, they beg me for death & love me for preparing their place of rest
Detest me if you must...
...But I'm the voice that calls to you from the dark corners of lust
Trust that we are one in the same...
...I exist in the shadows of even the most noblemen’s brain
...The dark marauder, he who creeps at night, the 'spine tingler'...
Hell, I'm the sum of all nightmares & horror stories gone gory...
...and to ignore me is useless.
Ruthless are my actions and as a matter of fact, in fractions...
...I'll divide your mass while I tear inside your ass
Call it a hunger; call it an illness, but in this day and age...
I prefer to call it some realness...
My only hunger is my only crime and I stay fed! So it’s only time…
Before another turns up dead….