this series of poems is presented as one unit, but i feel
that each poem stands on its own
hey, killer (the killer series: no.1)
hey, killer
ready to go?
what did you dream about tonight?
were you able to sleep?
or were you so anxious to see blood?
did you dream about the knife?
did you dream about the gun?
did you create some new exciting ways to kill?
do you realize today's the day?
are you able to think of anything else but your first
killing?
will you feel ashamed?
will you want more?
do you want to find out?
I do.
lets go.
first (the killer series: no.2)
first
you must choose the person
who will be your first.
most people like you prefer to choose
someone special.
a special first time.
look around you.
do you see anything you like?
her?
go ahead. don't be shy.
nervous, huh?
don't be.
while you ask
her
up to your apartment,
she smiles.
you're shaking.
stop shaking or she'll flee.
you climb up the stairs behind
her.
you size
her
up. the door opens like magic
so you can both get inside.
you lock the door behind you, trying not to tremble.
you show
her
to the kitchen
she's got a questioning look in
her
eyes, but she doesn't say a word.
your mind is empty now
blank, as it should be.
no shaking.
no trembling.
you know exactly what to do.
after you sit
her
down, you turn around to the knife stand.
she watches you.
you pull one knife and turn around,
back to
her.
she's silent.
slowly you cut across one cheek.
she's silent.
slowly you cut across the other.
she's silent.
you're excited. you're aroused.
she's bleeding.
as you take
her
to the bed
you start shaking again.
STOP IT!
she shout's when you are both on the bed.
but you can't stop.
the next slice shuts
her
up.
for the first time you smell
the smell of blood that isn't yours.
for the first time
the cut flesh isn't yours.
for the first time
your every desire is fulfilled.
this is your talent.
this is your destiny.
murder is a harsh but true word.
there's no room for shame.
go on.
you deserve another body.
soon you will have many more on your list.
her (the killer series: no.3)
her,
she is far away now.
she is no longer.
deceased.
buried in the past.
time to recover, time to heal.
time to move on to the next.
for you these moments of weakness are danger.
each time another is gone you go through this mourning
stage.
SHE'S DEAD, for christ sake!
MOVE ON!
move on to the next or you'll get caught.
they know you've killed
her
and others before
her.
if you don't get a move on
they'll catch you.
stained with blood (the killer series: no.4)
stained with blood
the blood of others runs in your veins.
you're running away from yourself.
you'll come back. oh, yes, you will.
you can forget your killings
but they will always be there
behind you.
inside you.
you think pretending will help?
you put on the face of a child.
just a little kid, careless and spineless.
just a little kid with a sick mind
and terrible nightmares of the past.
the past is you, can't you see?
you were born to kill.
when birth was given to you, death was recreated.
you'll come back. oh, yes, you will. |
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.