Photo Credit: http://limitemagazine.com/2012/08/nyc-serial-killer-gallery-exhibit/
The screams of those I killed
The lives of those that I will
Rivers of blood flow down the streets and run up over the hills
A lifeful of vengeance
I’ve grown into a menace
None can relate to my mental transcendance
The knives call my name
I light my victims aflame
To them this has turned into some morbid game
Ripped from society
Losing my sanity
They are killed by their own evil vanity
As red as a Rose
And black as the night
The roses are withering and dying with fireblight (look it up)
I am a serial killer… But Keyan just killed me and saved the day! My inner-confliction has ended! Go Keyan! Yay!!!
Keyan,
Thanks for warning about it being dark poetry, but you have certainly captured the essence of a serial killer. Maybe you watch too many Criminal Investigation TV programs. Well done!
Well, remind me never to be on your bad side.
It’s too late…
Keyan,
I never knew you were so good at poetry! You had me at the first stanza. You actually scared me. Despite what Miss W says, I know that the serial killer side of you was there all along, and wasn’t accumulated by watching CI TV. Although, my favorite part was when you pulled an R. L. Stine and put a huge plot twist at the very end. Mind Blown! Thank you keyan, for killing the serial killer that may or may not have been you.
-Samantha
keyan, you are a special person (not in a a weird way though) you are very good at poetry.
P.S. I really should have not helped you find that picture