Life Through the Eyes of a Serial Killer
April 11th, 1967 6:08 AM
Thoughts of last night linger inside my head, but yet no emotion at all
Suffocation .. with my fingers around her neck, as she made her last brawl
No feeling or remose left, time allows myself to cool down, and move on
Peering out my window, I browse the streets, the tall buildings with the sun
light reflecting off their windows, blinding my sight momentarily, I move away
the bedroom window was left open, hear the yelling coming from the city cafe
I begin to prepare my outfit for the day, in which its somewhat to my likings
without me being distinct at all, able to submit myself in with the surroundings
Camoflauge; aide in becoming almost invincible to be suspected of the unusual
Your looks is utmost important, as people judge by your looks 'n prevents any trouble
The sun torches my skin on a lighter degree, as I emerged from the cool inside
People walk by with grin from ear to ear, but they could be someone who died
Perhaps it was my poor socialization, in my early childhood, due to my parents
who in which hated me, made me feel sour, and always put me to utter silence
and this is what I do for a living, an entertainment, to put a spark in my life
'cause I will be murdering at least one every now and then ..
with just the tip of my knife.
April 23rd, 1967 9:22 PM
Applying pressure upon my black Sedan's brakes, as I slow down to evaluate
my next target, as I track to where she is heading, like to attack and assasinate
but instead, I follow her to her house, which is a good thirty minute drive
as if she suspected me, she sprints like a mouse inside, immediately as we arrive
I don't care, I'm going to make sure she won't survive, I've never not killed
but maybe I'll be nice, and won't torture her or keep her alive, 'n go against my will
A .350 magnum bullet to her head, forsure, would be an instant death
My skin hair rises, as the thought of the dead body there, without a sign of breath
I step out of my car, in my nice and tidy suit, and lock the doors from within my pocket
I change my mind as I get close and instead I rather persuit a different way .. a secret
which there are no evidence of forced entry, instead, it's rather quick and a smooth task
Without the rattling bushes, quietly, I make my way around, using the dark as a mask
Found a window open and as carefully as possible, it's opened, in which I found my goal
the woman I've been longing to kill, an easy mortal, which I can take her body and soul
The desire was still lingering, and I released the pressure onto the trigger .. as it hit her
and her weight just dropped to the floor .. and I walk over just to find out.
I just killed my fucking sister.
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