Contemplations of a serial killer
There they lay
All in a pile
Stacked up on top
Soaked in blood
Disgusting and blue
Yet delightfully tasteful
Oh, how delectable
Rich and beautiful
Overwhelming, the things
Of this
Or any other world
Loving slaughter
You'll know it
The way it is
That's just how things
Happen
Sick, twisted place of earth
Good thing I'm leaving
Freaks
They were called freaks
Not one of us
Just as dark as us
Yet not accepted
Lapping up the drops as they fell
Laughing
She was laughing
Maniacally, you could say
I'd like to have called her crazy
But, then again
Aren't we all?
Flips and dives
The bodies crowd around
They'll lay to waste
This desolate ground
Never Ending
Plight of the death
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