CONFESSIONS OF A SERIAL KILLER

I feel lethal on the verge of frenzy.
I’m in ceaseless pain
I’m having another manic attack.
Enjoying going insane


Sunday evening when I was driving by an old, rickety lane
I saw four or five young girls, passing by in the pouring rain
And suddenly, I was swamped by an urge so wild and dense
That I felt my heart was going to burst with thoughts so intense.


I imagined them, undressed- bound and scared and submissive
The desire was strong but I tried to be calm and felt I should let them live
That one of them might get killed sadly
But I knew he wanted to kill so badly
Acting on an impulse, I followed them quietly,
Treading on foot, ever so lightly


Waited a few more seconds till the coast was clear
For me to choose the twenty- seventh victim
She’d usually be a pretty girl with a coy exterior,
Except when I selected on a whim


Today I picked the red lipped one
With the hair in mahogany guise
She wore new blue velvet.
Bluer than velvet were her eyes


When they were looking away, I crept up from behind
Dabbed her with chloroform, avoiding traces one could find
Then waited besides her and waited for it to get dark
Before I could roll her back snugly in the trunk of the car


Then later I drove away from there,
My exhilaration too much to bear
For seventeen long hours after that, he sodomized the woman.
He scared and beat her half to death but it felt like so much fun.


I punched her real hard in the face
That threw her rolling all over the place.
She whimpered and moaned helplessly
Crawled back in fear, looked up for help at me


She gasped and sobbed, with terror filled eyes
And a horror heartfelt
And I smiled at her, sympathetically first
And then, unbuckled my belt


And I felt this wonderful feeling then
Just have to go on murdering again