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Murder is my ecstasy
written by perfect.flaws10:46 PM 4/19/05The essence of your blood-covered face consumes me,
My soul feels so vivace, I feel murderous.
I love this blissful infuriation, no worries my dear,
I'll always give your grave a visitation.
My swimming pool filled with my victims
mucilage crimson,
my wallpaper made of my prey's peeled skin,
my perfume made of repulsive victimized sweat.
This is my fantasy come true,
what I've ravishly worked for.
This is my ecstasy, my beautiful drug.
Salted blood fills my coffee mug,
As I sit back and contently watch my wall
covered with beheaded trophies.
This is their degree, which no they've paid in full to me.
I laugh to myself when I think back to when they tried to flee.
Running in desperate fear for their lives,
'Cause they were knowing they'd be deprived,
yet still, they insisted on screaming out shrieking cries.
Good old times shall soon be revived,
But for now I’ll sit back and enjoy the view,
of my spiritless adversary's,
And let me taste buds have the faint taste of blood,
and my mind feels the ecstasy of murder. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I know I may sound crazy but when I imagine this, it relieves my anger and fury.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by snoopy (4-20-2005 - 12:45 AM)
| i luv the poem, and no it doesnt sound crazy at all, i think n say things like that too. it's a great way to relieve anger |
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