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Here are a few poems I wrote:
Stalker
I am the nightmare demon
The deliverer of the dead
I am the beast of rage
The terror inside your head
I am your phantom stalker
Your shadow in the night
I am your soul reaper
The evil you can't fight
I am your kidnapper
The captor of your dreams
I will be your torture
The cause of all your screams
I will hunt you down
Your blood will stain my knife
As I drag you into Hell
And rip away your life
Innocence Lost
There the girl laid, ripped apart by my knife
breathing her last as she departed from life
Her body so still, all bloodied and torn
Her eyes finally empty, all breath from her gone
There is beauty in death as it captures the soul
Removing all pain from the life that it stole
In my darkest of memories forever she'll stay
All innocence lost in the dust that she lay
The Phantom Serial Killer
I'm invisible, untouchable, you don’t know who I am.
They say that I am evil. Am I a woman or a man?
I’m elusive, yet intrusive as I watch and wait to strike
I blend in with the shadows and the darkness of the night
I'm sadistic and I'm wicked and I am savage, you will see
I leave a trail of death behind marked with brutality
To society I’m a monster who should be locked inside a cage
But when I’m in the crowd I’m like an actor on a stage
I display these false emotions and wear them like a mask
Pretending I am friendly, while thoughts of killing you I bask
You’ll think that I am innocent as I walk among these sheep
But I am hunting for my prey, the vulnerable and weak
Like a lion I sit and watch and quietly lay in wait
Until I find the one who has sealed their deadly fate
I hunt them and I stalk them and observe them day by day
Until that moment comes when I can finally catch my prey
I lure them and trap them and drive them gagged and bound
To a place of blood-soaked earth that I call my killing ground
Your death will be my glory, the media I will feed
When I leave a signatory mark the cops will think they have a lead
They think that they can catch me, these detectives with their guns
But I’m invisible, untraceable, I am a professional, not dumb
Their forensics will be useless as I never leave a trace
I may even help them hunt for me while laughing in their face
They judge me and they criticize, but they never really see
They don’t know the truth of what’s hiding inside of me
I’m not a monster, I am human, a product of abuse
Releasing all my rage on those in whom I choose
People are nothing more than objects, simply cattle for the kill
Killing them is pleasurable, it is my greatest thrill!
There will come a time when I will show the world my face
When death calls out my name, before I finally leave this place
Then one day they’ll make a movie, no doubt a gruesome thriller
And I’ll be immortalized forever as the phantom serial killer