My Baby Brother
rides a blank faced snow pony
same one I rode
through rat alleys garbage halls crash pads screw johns
jack it up
3 times he's come to stay with me
& kick
all 3 my rent went up his arms
that cool dead horse that rocking down to smooth snow nothing
horse kills the pain of a white fence world hard walls world
eat or be eaten cement world
kills me to see his eyes like marbles his arms a map of war
his heart so faint a drum
My baby brother rides a death head white powder stony horse
somewhere
last heard of in Texas
a year ago
I'll post some poems I've written in the past:
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
When I 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 Life of A Murderer
As I sit here with the trophy from my last brutal kill
I think back on how I started this career I now fulfill
The memories of my past are of neglect, abuse and pain
But they’ve made me who I am from the strength that I now gain
At first it was my brother in whom I tried to burn
But my mother caught me out, a harsh lesson I had to learn
Then later I tortured animals just to watch them die
And pulled the wings off tiny insects so they could never fly
I killed cats and dogs and birds, I would beat them in the head
And stab them with my knife or starve them till they’re dead
I was seeking larger prey as my desire to kill grew strong
And thoughts of human murder filled my head from that point on
My family were the first of the murders that I planned
But I knew I’d be a suspect and in a prison cell I’d land
My hatred grew to rage and as this murder became a need
I started hunting random prey to kill and watch them bleed
The life of a serial killer is not the easiest one to make
With the danger that’s involved and the risks you have to take
But it is worth the hunt and the rush from each killed prey
And you feel that God-like power as the rage just drains away
It’s a temporary feeling that never seems to last
And the need to kill again becomes a hunger pretty fast
I do not feel remorse for all the people I have slain
They were nothing more than objects in a deadly little game
Nor do I feel regret for all those lives that I have taken
I am a psycho and a sadist and that is not to be mistaken
One day my career will end in either capture or in Hell
And I’ll be eventually put to death or made to live in a tiny cell
But until that day arrives I’ll be sure to keep the thrill
Of this hunger for the hunt and the excitement of the kill
This is the life of a murderer and it’s the only one I know
So, you can be sure if they ever catch me I’ll put on a damn good show!
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 deathly 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
I drag them from the car and tie them to a tree
My knife is at their neck as they struggle desperately
But there is no escape from this horror and this pain
Cause I’m a psycho and a sadist and torture is my game
It’s true fear that you will feel when you look into my eyes
You will see me as a God, not just a killer in disguise
Your death will be my glory, the media I will feed
When I leave a signatory note 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 anger 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
Made a few changes Reaper. Better flow, and more true to you... ;)
I’m visible, touchable, and don’t know who I am.
They say that I am stupid. Am I a woman or a man?
I’m effusive, yet obtuse as I diddle and flop about
I stick out in the shadows and the darkness of the light
I’m moronic and I’m delusional and I am boring, you will see
I leave a trail of laughter behind marked with banality
To society I’m a retard who should be locked inside a cage
But when I’m in the crowd I’m a poofter on display
I repeat the same old shit and swear it is a mask
Obviously I am friendly, while thoughts of scaring you I bask
You’ll think that I am stunned as I try not to fall asleep
But I am shitting myself in fear, cuz I am that weak
Like a landwhale I sit and watch and loudly lay in wait
Until I find the one who has sealed their laughing fate
I make them laugh, cry and amuse them day by day
Until that moment comes when they finally send me away
I cry to them, blame my mom and drive them to boredom profound
To a place of sandy earth that I call my sobbing ground
I drag them from the car and tie them to a tree
And make them listen to me whine while they struggle desperately
But there is no escape from this horror and this pain
Cause I’m a psychoretard , a moron and I got no game
It’s true pity that you will feel when you look into my eyes
You will see me as a slob, not just a retard in no disguise
Your pity will be my glory, the media I will feed
When I leave a signatory note, cuz I'm a moron, don't you see?
They know that they can catch me, these detectives with their guns
Cuz I’m visible, traceable, I am unprofessional, very dumb
Their forensics will be in excess as I leave 1000 traces
Dumb enough to help them hunt for me while laughing in their faces
They judge me and they criticize, and they really truly see
They do know the bullshit of what’s hiding inside of me
I’m not a monster, I am human, a product of abuse ( hey, you got that right! )
Releasing my self pity on those in whom I choose
I am nothing more than a lard ball, a landwhale for the kill
Amusing 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 funny thriller
And I’ll be immortalized forever as the landwhale serial whiner.