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King Suspire
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Serial......

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   Eyes ablaze, of anger and pain.

Scrolling, searching, those going about their day.

   Indiscriminate, my victims are chosen randomly.

Wether it be, eye contact, or a gesture of the body.

   The color of clothing, or a symbol worn on jewelry.

Triggers the bane in my veins and speaks to me.

   The voices in my head tell me.

Your screams, and the warmth of your blood will sooth me.

   So I follow routinely.

In my car, watching you through the establishment window, drinking coffee.

   After a hard days work, with friends, and night life activities

Watching, even when you turn off the lights to go to sleep.

   I've learned from those spur of the moments, to sloppy.

I need to take my time, to savor the small things.

   Unbeknownst to all, the day of disappearings.

Lured by a simple request for directions.

   Or, I'm not from around here, can you help me with something.

   Struck in the head, chloroform til your sunken.

Various ways of abduction.

.  Into my arms, into the trunk, driving off with no commotion.

You awaken, wondering.

   If your dreaming, you start struggling.

You realize your bound, then you see me hovering.

   The arousal from seeing your eyes widen is orgasmically quivering.

   What a rush, as I touch you flesh, and smell your fear.

I enjoy how close we become, as you plead, but I don't care.

   I see you, but my vision is obscure.

High of adrenalin, as I show my tools of the trade, and you understand more clear.

   Insane, no, though, to you I may appear that way.

I'm cleansing us both, you need to feel my pain.

   Then I shall set you free, your soul shall be unchained.

Then you will understand, that we were destined.

   So I thank you as my blade severes your flesh.

Your moans, your squirms, your last breath.

   You will thank me in the after life for this gift

Dissecting, dismembering, recording my experiment.

   Ears, fingers, and eyes are connecting ornaments.

Parks, woods, dumps, typical places to find your remnants.

   Cries of family, media coverage, investigation of law enforcement.

   Hasten my thirst for more sporting.

Manic depressive, bi polar loner, psychotic.

The beauty in death, I shall share the glory with more.

   The devil's deliverer.

I'm a serial......

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Contest Winner  

Charles2 says:

Interesting presentation, challenging wordplay. Would love to see the counter ego ...reply(the serial ...hunter/killer)

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2b2b2 says:

Tight Writes....Namaste

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