Life through the eyes of a serial killer
August 3rd 1560
Oh my belle…Death has taken your fiery breath from me,
Briery dread towards me to awaken me in hell,
In a painful jail because of their disdainful spell…
Treachery! Cruel boyars hating my rule,
At every step a fool like from a hatchery of ghouls,
They have stolen the jewel of my soul,
The fuel of my life,
For me to crawl in the pool of the rivers I’ve cried…
Inside : arctic shivers thirsty for revenge,
You my beauty have died…but you shall be avenged…
March 11 1567
The infested streets of Moscow are condemned,
Indigested beats of the past slam my jammed reason,
It could be any one of them…
Treason! Poisoned sheets damned by demons,
Shape shifting villains hiding in passing seasons
from my unforgiving hate,
Because late into the dark I am drifting
into a non-living state of mind,
Breathing fire as I wait the swine devils to cross my path,
My loss to fuel my blind wrath,
Leaving souls intertwined with other’s spine
in a huge blood bath…
A sword bleeds in my trembling hand,
Like squeezed thorns from a rose
as I pulverize to dust and sand the diseased souls,
Pull out their eyes for their planned plots and lies,
Because the deceased patrols every night in disguise,
Seeding demise as hanged corpses rot near the market walls…
Women and children decapitated,
Men slaughtered in numbers of ten,
Blood flowing like falls from casket holes,
Even tombs desecrated and the dead murdered again…
It is hell…
The rusty bloody blade reflects my nights,
A dusty cascade of hate ignites my rage to the highest heights…
With blood he writes:
Nobody shall escape the assignment since my cruel re-birth,
My Earth is empty and inert…
...I am Ivan the Fourth…