Hungry Eyes shooting bloodlust,
Inflicting pain as fury controls,
Committing gruesome crimes like it's a must.
Consuming her whole creating handicraft dolls.
It is art to her eyes.
The mind sculpted with twisted intentions,
But her truth left everyone in goodbyes.
Every detailed cut in sharp precisions.
How long this took hiding in plain sight,
Pretending to be normal,
Morality a stupid question to fight.
The urge took her in leaving her thoughts paranormal.
A cold and rude hearted ego,
Seducing and slowly encouraging,
Bruised scars left to battle the placebo,
Every persona mastered the living.
Cozy nights as guilt never prevailed,
Humming soft lullabies as throats shut themselves.
A daily dosage of being messed in the head,
Her hand leisurely picking up sharp helves.
It was never for the thrill.
Just to help balance the unworthy,
Cleaning up society with every kill,
Numbers raising up the scale now more than thirty.
Laced in poison such a pretty disguise,
An addiction you really wanna try,
Tempting as she enjoys their helpless cries,
It's dangerous if she stops cause it fuels her when she's high.
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Cirawrites01 (
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Comments2
A homicidal poem whether metaphor or not. Haunting and dark in its theme and character. Well done
tankz so much, i tried capturing it to shaken the readers or slightly keep em on edge.
Most welcome
A dark and scary write of what appears to be a vigilante not only out of control but clearly enjoying their work, nicely done
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