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The mind of a killer. Kidding i'm just the guy next door... maybe

Submitted:Jan 24, 2007    Reads: 127    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Twisted colors inhabit


Dark and light

Woven like wild vine

Like being in a mirror room

Of a fun house

Madness and sanity

Smashed together

Like the Big Bang

Housed within

Impulse setting fire

To all inputs

AAhhh.... beautiful overload

Gazing about

Hunger arises

As echoed screams

Bring wryness to the surface

Anticipation fuels fantasy

As a kill is bi-sected

So badly is it wanted

Saliva drips from mouth corners

"OOppps" as a commoner

Is bumped by unawarness

Apologies exchanged

The murderer watches

As fantasy taunts him

With clothes, scent , figure, teasing...

She hangs up her apron

Leaving the cafe

Let the hunt begin

Drooling, he rises

Loose change dances on the counter

And the plad suit follows

AAhhhh..., sweet salvation

I taste your fear

I am the Murderer


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