“I dug some graves, you’ll never find”…

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The years passed by…
But the memories are fresh…

Of seeing her body…
Wrapped in that dress…

A dancing vision…
With haunting eyes…

His view was drawn…
To her hold up thighs…

And in that moment…
His mind was blown…

The plan was set…
The seeds were sown…

She danced for pleasure…
And danced for fun…

But his cold black heart…
Knew she was the one…

She’d be his first…
But not the last…

As in that moment…
The die was cast…

An overwhelming desire…
To assume full control…

He knew he would steal…
Her pure white soul…

He followed her home…
And forced her inside…

Held her hostage…
As she cried, all tied…

He kissed her cheek…
And made her beg…

He had his way…
On her freshly made bed…

When he took her life…
Stole her final breath…

It was so very powerful…
He will never forget…

A feeling he chases…
Each and every day…

Now serial killer…
Seeking out his next prey…

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“I am flying, I am glowing – LOOK AT ME NOW!”…

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The dark, dark preacher
With raven black hair

Eyes full of mystery
Projects an icy stare

At those laid out before him…
The gathered congregation

A church of all religions
Stood in hushed anticipation…

Awaiting him to deliver
Words from his soul

The poetry from the deep…
Within a world he controls

Creating all the characters
And guiding their destiny

Before taking their life…
As they beg and they plea…

For mercy from this madman…
The man who never lived

A reformed fucking junkie…
Who the Gods may not forgive

Yet still he stands there
With tales of death and gloom

Captivating his audience…
Inspiring them with doom

As sonnets of depressive misery
And stories of destruction

Enter the gatherings mind…
Sucking them into a storm

That rages upon high
Above the Netherworld masters…

Making their eyes cry
And leaving them breathless…

Transformed and transfixed
Being touched by his spirit

Elevating their souls
Leaving them utterly bewitched…

By the madman preacher
And his dark. dark sermons

The man who slayed the dragon…
But still battles his demons…

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“In the end I’m not interested in that which I fully understand…
The words I have written over the years are just a veneer…
There are truths that lie beneath the surface of the words…
Truths that rise up without warning like the humps of a sea monster and then disappear…
What performance and song is to me is finding a way to tempt the monster to the surface…
To create a space where the creature can break through what is real and what is known to us…
This shimmering space where imagination and reality intersect…
This is where all love and tears and joy exist…
This is the place…
This is where we live”…

Nick Cave – 20,000 Days on Earth…

 

“Trying to keep an eye on you”…

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Sat in the corner,
of a cheap hotel room…

Champagne in hand,
camera on zoom…

As the action unfolded,
in the dark of nightfall…

The twisted voyeur,
captured it all…

Watching her victim,
chained to the bed…

Blindfold and handcuffs,
arms and legs spread…

The vice girl has finished,
walked out the door…

After fucking him hard,
he was begging for more…

But she left with her money,
no questions were asked…

Unwittingly starring in,
this very visual act…

Caught through the lens,
of the sick voyeur’s tool…

And now it’s her turn,
she knows what to do…

With the camera recording,
she leans over him…

Kisses his sweet lips,
before plunging the knife in…

Straight into his heart,
without any hesitation…

Watching him die,
with a cruel fascination…

Smiling so sweetly,
as his life ebbs away…

So high on the feeling,
produced by killing her prey…

And bringing herself slowly,
to an orgasmic state of mind…

Before returning to her screen,
to replay and rewind…

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“They thought that they would finish me”…

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Eyes full of tears…
And a broken heart…

He sits all alone…
After his life fell apart…

As they killed his children…
They murdered his wife…

Broke his fucking heart…
And destroyed his life…

Left him with nothing…
Except a thirst for revenge…

The memory of his family…
Is who he’ll avenge…

With nothing to lose…
And nothing to gain…

He’s constructed a plan…
Through eyes full of pain…

He’s worked out the angles…
The in’s and the outs…

He’ll get them one by one…
Of that there’s no doubt…

As he knows how to find them…
Knows where they all live…

He will serve his justice…
And he will never forgive…

Without any sign of fear…
And without hesitation…

He will slowly release…
His anger and frustration…

On the guilty parties…
Who ripped apart his soul…

They won’t see him coming…
Or prevent him from his goal…

As it’s now his mission…
His sole purpose in life…

And he burns with a hatred…
Armed with only a knife…

Now he sits in a corner…
And he bides his time…

Knowing the bastards…
Will pay for their crimes…

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“There’s a killer on the road”…

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Lost within his life’s direction…
He took the wrong train connection…
His destination is unknown…

His eyes survey the gathered crowd…
A quiet coach, no noise allowed…
He sees her sat alone…

Keeping her eyes on the book…
She was bewitched by just one look…
She’s chilled to the bone…

She doesn’t even know his name…
His evil crimes or hidden shame…
Or his heart that’s made of stone…

He’s craving her undivided attention…
She’s floating in an air of tension…
Into confusion she is thrown…

Trying to avoid his charming stare…
It could be fun, if she’d only dare…
Common sense on hold…

A spark of innocent conversation…
Ignites thoughts of dark temptation…
Her confidence has grown…

She begins flirting with her hair…
In his trap, shes now been snared…
She plays with her phone…

Fallen for his devilish smile…
His journey becoming more worthwhile…
But time has quickly flown…

He leans in for a stolen kiss…
Her company he’ll never miss…
She’s lost in a twilight zone…

She never felt the sharpened blade…
With her life, she’s sadly paid…
His hand stifled her moan…

Quietly slumped in her bloody chair…
No one around noticed or even cares…
He plants a kiss on her cheekbone…

Another added to his list…
This serial killer in our midst…
The man who angels disown…

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“Just remember to always think twice”…

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Looking over his shoulder…
To see if she’s there…

The one he was kind to…
Whilst being unaware…

Of the feelings created…
Deep within her mind…

The beast he had stirred…
That was hidden behind…

Words of friendship…
And seemingly harmless fun…

But as things progressed…
He realised what he’d done…

By then it was too late…
There was no way to stop…

The fates conspiring…
As he forced her tears to drop…

With a humble explanation…
That outlined the mistake…

But his words were futile…
And contact he had to break…

To escape her madness…
Go back to real life…

To his family and friends…
And his oblivious wife…

But as days became weeks…
She refused to let go…

He belonged to her…
She’d let the world know…

Promises, lies and threats…
She stalked his every move…

Around every street corner…
Her love she tried to prove…

She begged and she pleaded…
Before she finally snapped…

Followed him home one night…
And violently attacked…

Thrusting the knife deep…
Into his vulnerable heart…

Forcing him to his knees…
And his soul to depart…

Releasing her puppet…
But she just didn’t care…

Calmly walking off…
Into the cold night air…

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“Watch you smile while you are sleeping”…

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He kept his eyes wide open…
Every time that they kissed…

To make sure it was real…
And no detail was missed…

Or a single moment…
Of this unbelievable dream…

To remind him that it happened…
And she really was his queen…

Whose shimmering beauty…
Outshone all those around…

He couldn’t believe his luck…
At what he had found…

But this story had two sides…
And there was no escape…

Even if she’d wanted to…
There’s no route she could take…

As she was caught in his web…
And totally under his control…

Between a rock and a stone…
She couldn’t tell a soul…

Who would have believed her…
Her story was just fiction…

A total fantasy mixed with lies…
And an added erotic addiction…

But he knew where it was going…
And was clear what he wants…

Even if, in the midst of it all…
His guilty mind screams and haunts…

And reminded him constantly…
That this was just not right…

She didn’t belong to him…
But his conscience lost the fight…

As she now lies in front of him…
Staring blankly into space…

All hair and perfect make up…
No imperfections on her face…

In her dress, without her heels…
He laid her out on the bed…

Her heart no longer beating…
She now belongs to the dead…

And he’s stood there watching…
Like some twisted voyeur…

Feasting on his evil deed…
And silently hovering over her…

His victim number twelve…
His latest treasure, his prize…

Who now stares back at him…
With dull and lifeless eyes…

He kept her eyes open…
As he strangled her throat…

To make sure she watched…
So he could quietly gloat…

Loving every single moment…
Like he was in some sordid dream…

As he soaked in her final breath…
And her final muffled scream…

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