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Serial killer


I close my eyes - I’m not dreaming

All around the sound of screaming

My hands are dripping scarlet rivers

Intermingling, mixing with my crocodile tears

Sadistic smiles and evil pleasures

The thrill of the kill – that’s all that matters



A shrill scream, a gurgled cry

A hidden lie, what a pitiful guy

A little girl, a damsel in distress

Him and her and all the rest

A gleaming dagger, a heavy gun

A bow and arrow, what’s not to shun?

What brings me pleasure brings their demise

It’s what I love and yet despise


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