I saw of all your friends, ex-girlfriends and family members

with their faces painted in blood.

thick red blood that would make any one pass out.

Thick red blood that you somehow love more than yourself

The wolves around your room

have growling faces,

Their furs splattered with blood.

Posters of road kill hang above your bed.

You deny this but I know that you think of me as your next victim.

Dark cabaret music is your life.

That and heavy metal

But I can't tell which you love the most because

you never tell me anything anymore.

You blame its because of my curiosity

while I blame your quiet stubborn acquisition is the problem

You burned down your house with

fire when you were 16.

Claimed it didn't belong in the world anymore.

The fire killed your family.

Burned them alive without any reason.

I wished you would

see what the hell you are doing.

You made sure that nothing grew

Nothing happy and friendly that is.

I saw you crush the poor innocent flowers

saying that they drive you

mad when they done nothing

to you.

In your bed underneath the stairs

you sleep with headless dolls.

The arms cut off and red paint

in between the legs.

You told me it made you feel happy

to see blood running a girl's legs.

Every time you sleep you dream of

burning people's face s off and

running wildly through the streets.

You told me your secrets and what you want to do

with the world.

You told me you wanted to be a serial killer

when you grow up.

But you felt that there wasn't enough

to scare the living **** out of people.

I thought it was because no one gave you a chance

to be loved

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Posted by Terry Collett 2008-08-21 11:01:09 .... Dark, stuff; had echoes of Stephen King's Carrie. But carried well over into poetry, with your own touch to it, your own vision of this tale. Good though; enjoyed the read. + Report this comment
Posted by Behind_the_Mask 2008-08-21 11:42:39 ... I am not one for poetry, but I try to judge it from an unbiased opinion. This one was decent, it told a story, but unfortunately I am not that great with poetry so I most likely missed the point, but I do like the Psycho killer feel of it. I look foreword to my next attempt of reading your work. + Report this comment
Posted by hey_hey_paula 2008-08-21 12:23:33 Hmmmm... It's diturbed and dejected, and I kind of liked it. I don't EXACTLY know what to make of it, I wished you added more on the reason why the writer remained with the subject. + Report this comment
Posted by lemon 2008-08-21 12:57:38 .... Scary. This is horror the way I like it... the everyday average person that has deep dark murderous secrets. I saw this as someone who was trying to love the unlovable and trying to 'fix' this person's neurosis. great job + Report this comment
Posted by harmattan 2008-08-21 16:44:37 TDQO Hanna This was creepy. Really got to me. Your parents were right. This boy is no good for you. Run! Kind regards Harmattan + Report this comment
Posted by Eternal_Bliss440 2008-08-21 17:32:25 .... Actually this is pure fiction. All of it came from my imagination and what I think of the beginnings of a serial killer + Report this comment
Posted by harmattan 2008-08-21 17:41:31 demented Hanna You wrote it in the first person. I replied to that person. I was not making derogitory comments about your own choice of partner. I can seperate fact from imagination, and I do not think you are stupid. Quite the contrary. I repeat. You got to me! Kind regards H + Report this comment
Posted by Eternal_Bliss440 2008-08-21 17:47:35 .... sorry I sometimes forget. I didn't mena that all I guess I just thoguht it was one of those poeple who doesn't think theres a difference between reality nad fiction. I'm so sorry + Report this comment
Posted by Xena 2008-08-21 18:24:20 thisgirl is probably more fucked up then this guy is... i dont think any sane person would stick with this kid... she talks in a calm manner.. like shes sane... but she doesnt care that he sleeps with headless dolls... or huh... burned his parents alive... yea that would of done it for me.. oh you burned your house down with your parents in it? ok, goodbye... "while I blame your quiet stubborn acquisition is the problem" this isnt right.. doesnt need.. is the problem... or could of said... while i think your blah blah blah is the problem... or blah blah for the problem.. you cant blame something that is the problem.... you know.. you can blame the whatever for the problem... you know? dont mean to be a nitty picker.. but alot of the impact is taken from me when i stumble over jumbled wumbled words + Report this comment
Posted by harmattan 2008-08-21 18:44:15 demontia No offence meant No offence taken Hanna. Have a look at Counselman's "Crazytime" when you have ten minutes. It is very disturbing, but worth the effort. H. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-08-22 00:02:49 .... A very disturbing tale told well through prose. Enjoyable to read hannah + Report this comment
Posted by Something Indecent 2008-08-26 14:13:51 .... Dude this is messed up. If I ever met this guy I'd have to back up a couple steps. This girl seems pretty sick too. I mean, atleast my doll's heads are taped to the ceiling so they can watch me sleep. Wait what was I talking about? Entertaining poem. I liked how dark it was. + Report this comment

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