The Poems are in Chronological Order. (Oldest First)
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Repent
They slept, their faces of wisdom,
two people, in their loving embrace,
white sheets, under a flowery quilt,
through their window, the moon shone upon my face.

I stepped close to the edge of the bed,
gazing upon them, sleeping so sound,
I reached in my pocket, the moon reflected off my blade,
I leaned over the man, I could hear his heart pound,
I extended my arm, the blade gently touching his throat,
before he could move, I heavily ran it across,
his terror, his mouth open, but void of cries,
his eyes wide, his grey hair, like a thin moss,
his blood pouring from his wound,
a scream was made, as the wife sat up,
I lounged at her, with my bloody blade,
ramming it handle deep, filling her chest up,
I ripped it back out, and lashed across her throat,
she fell back, blood staining her cream night gown,
and flowing onto the white sheets below.
I loosened my hand, and the knife fell down.

The sheets, so stained with blood,
Two lifeless bodies, coated by their death,
Their now messed bed, and my blood stained hands,
I stood silent, then took a deep breath,
ahh... such beauty, has the sent of death,
I bent down, picking up my fishing knife,
then cut a small cross, under their right eyes,
then I prepared to leave this room now void of life,
I stopped at the door, looking back at them,
seeing my destruction, my beautiful destruction.

So now I'm here, Father, that was my sin,
my lust, my pleasure, the thrill of the kill.

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Post Repent
The old couple, their blood, the screams,
an end they would have never seen in their darkest dreams,
I was the cause, the taker of their life,
their life, on the sheets, and the blade of my knife,
then I felt sorry, an unsure feeling,
but then I felt good, a pleasurable feeling,
blood on the sheets, blood on my hands,
blood on my knife and these dead humans,
I couldn’t control the lust inside of me,
Done, Enjoyed Until 12:23.

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Awakened
Oh that breeze, a chill but nice,
oh the moon, full and bright,
Thin clouds, dust the darkened sky,
while stars cover, all sky in sight.

Artificial light, shining through a window,
a young boy, watching his t.v,
listening to his mum and dad fight,
the tears in his eyes, reflect the pain in me.

The yellow lights gone, just the flicker of his screen,
his parents fighting ended, silence all around,
Its time for me to move, I brace myself and begin,
I try to move silent, across this dampened ground,
peering in the window, I see a girl asleep on a chair,
I see their dog, sleeping upon her lap,
I see their fire, the remaining small flames,
and in front their cat, upon the rug having a nap.

I move to the door, the handle turns,
I slowly push the door open, it gives a rusty creek,
the dog alerts, yet not loud enough to know where I am,
the girl awakes, then to the dog she does speak.

I run into the shadows dressed completely in black,
I hide in a bush, I watch her walk to the door,
in her lace white night gown, and flowing blonde hair,
as I leave I hear the scuffing of her slippers upon the floor.

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Visitor - Part One
An echoing ring, bounces around a silent room,
Turning my head, seeing a blurred figure through the glass,
I place my book mark, and put my book on my coffee table,
Pulling myself up, by grasping the arm rests made of brass.

I walk to the door, removing the safety chain,
There she was, a beautiful fair dame,
Hair as black as a crow, with skin as white as death,
her brown eyes burned with beauty, yet I already knew her name.

I stepped to the side, widening the open door,
she stepped past me, her eyes wandering around my house,
I looked outside into the night, looking out to the road,
her back was to me, I could see a tattoo from under her blouse,
I closed the door, her head moving slowly, he eyes wondering,
When the door clicked, she spun, looking me in the face,
Then we headed to the chairs, where I had wine waiting,
she sat in her chair, leaning forward grabbing her drink steering at the fire place.
The wine was good, red, an expensive Merlot,
We were both hungry, she asked for something to eat,
I rose from my chair again, as I had done before,
and walked across the floor, with silent feet.

I can see the flames dancing on the polished floor beside her shadow,
I can see her steering at her wine, circling it with her hand,
I can hear he hum, a tune to which I'm unfamiliar,
I can see her beautiful hair, from the kitchen where I stand.

Reaching for my knife, and I slice, while placing crackers on a plate,
Sliced Ham with tomato, lettuce, and cheese,
I finished the finger food platter, and placed them on the table,
I looked at her, eyes both locked, I hope you enjoy eating these...

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Visitor - Part Two
We sat, both infront of the fire,
just eating, talking and drinking,
soon the crackers were gone, as was the wine,
"would you like some more?" I said what I was thinking,
she replied "yes", so I walked to the kitchen,
looking down at the fire, shining on the wooden floor,
I got to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of wine,
then walked to the bench, and reached in the to draw.

I felt my hammer, knife, and nails,
and all of the rest, of my odd tools,
I reach for the corkscrew, but I'm coerced to grab my knife,
I try not to, knowing into hell, my soul, it will fall.

I walked back out, she was watching the flames,
when I got close, I jumped at her with all the forced I stored,
I pinned her face down, reaching into my pocket grabbing a nail,
placing it in the center of her hand, then hammering it to the floor,
She screamed in pain, and fought as hard as she could,
I shifted my weight, and grabbed out another nail,
as I hammered it down, I could hear her bones crack,
She was screaming still, she was in shock, her face was even more pale.

She kicked her legs up, intent on hitting me,
but I sat on the lower back, as I pulled out my knife,
Then I cut off her blouse, exposing her back,
I could see her tattoo, the true symbol of her life,
I rammed the blade into her shoulder, where the tattoo sat,
Then cut a round it, while she kicked and screamed,
cutting out muscle and flesh, her blood staining her cut blouse,
from her hands pooling on the floor, pleasure is what it seemed,
I cut the tattoo right out, and threw it on the fire,
within moments I could smell the putrid stench of burning flesh,
I left the room, but then quickly returned,
with a razor blade from the bath room, to help the life leave the flesh.

I took the razor, and started to cut slits on her arms,
along her back, her neck and face,
even the backs of her legs, I cut all the skin I could see,
I need to drain her blood, and leave in her not a trace,
she gave one last scream, then all was silent,
as the blood slowly leaked out of the deep razor wounds,
I left her to bleed as I walked out to the shed,
I returned to the lounge, whispering in her ear, "it will be over soon."

Rising my axe, I dismembered her, first her hands,
then her arms, legs, head, everything I could cut,
then I sat next to her decapitated head,
and picked it up by the mouth, seeing that the eyes were shut,
I grabbed my bloodied knife, once again,
and cut a small cross under her right eye,
then I placed the head, gently in a plastic bag,
I placed the rest of her in there as well, her hands from the floor, I had to pry.

I walked to the basement, with the bag in my hand,
I walked to the furnace, and then thew the bag in,
I watched it burn, why I stayed, I dont understand,
I stood at the basement door, looking at my house, seeing all the blood within.

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