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Age: 54
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Virgo
Country: United States
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12/21/2016
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Without Remorse
(About a truly deranged and twisted woman!)
Strangled, a violent death for my victims, As I laugh at this suffering and anguish! Slowly squeezing the life out of them, Using their own phone cord to kill. Enjoying such a thrilling murder, Elderly women make easy targets! I smile as they struggle to escape. Feeling bodies ceasing to resist, Truly gives me sadistic pleasure! Dead corpses lay at my feet, While I spend their stolen money. A homicidal woman I have become!
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12/21/2016
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The Madman
(The more I write about this stuff the better I feel! It's as if getting all these dark emotions out of my system and putting everything down on paper acts as therapy, an outlet so to speak.)
The madman's knife, cutting through living flesh, skinning alive, delighting in his helpless victim's screams. Pieces of meat and bone dangle from the mangled carcass, the rusty blade mutilating as it cuts, disfiguring while twisting and turning up and down what is left of the butchered body.
The madman's desires, realizing his perverted fantasies as he rapes the deceased. Performing various acts of morbid intercourse on the lifeless corpse. Erotic obsessions a satisfying thrill as he molests private parts of the victim, causing on orgasm which he spews on the entrails of the violated torso.
The madman's hunger, fulfilled at last as he tears away at raw human flesh, chewing on a freshly killed body. Drinking the blood of his prey to quench his thirst while feeding on maggot infested meat. As he departs from the scene of carnage, this depraved maniac leaves what is left to scavenging animals. More victims are only a matter of time for him to ruthlessly butcher without remorse.
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12/21/2016
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Insanity
(The very first poem I ever wrote. Slightly based on Ed Gein, even though he wasn't much of a serial killer to begin with.)
Cold flesh, worn over my face. Putrid stench of rotting meat. Foul odors of death, so pleasant the scent. Dismembered bodies scattered about. Skinned carcasses, nailed to the walls. Trophies of the butchered dead. Human skulls adorn the shelves, A sick display of morbid art. Entrails from the mutilated, Chewed and swallowed in my mouth. Feasting on the uncooked skin, I savor and devour raw. Necrophilia, acts of rape. Sexual intercourse with the deceased. Violating the remains, Orgasmic climax fulfills my lust. Sleeping next to those I kill, Gives me pleasant dreams to dream. Fantasies of taking life, To be made real when I awaken.
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12/21/2016
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Tae-yeon: Haunted and Cursed
(Influenced by the Asian horror movie “Cello” and written from the victim’s point of view.)
Running in fear of my life, for she is everywhere. This haunting image terrifies me with nightmares. And while awake there can never be found peace, Because her presence alone drives me insane. The guilt which is building up so deeply inside, Terrifies my existence with disturbing reminders. Revealing images long suppressed and forgotten, It now shows what truly happened that horrible night! Memories come flooding back as she slowly closes in, A ghastly entity out for revenge on her former tormentor! And as her hands strangle the last breath from my body, She smiles and looks into my eyes and we both know, That I was the cause of her unfortunate and tragic death. And now I join this endless cycle of a most dreadful curse!
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12/21/2016
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Because of You
(For some reason I was in a romantic mood while writing this.)
Because of you I have a reason to live, A reason to care and a reason to give. A life full of love you've given to me, This most precious gift for eternity. I no longer feel depression or fear, Those feelings replaced by a love very dear. Someone truly special has entered my life, Who's given me peace, each day and each night. I cherish her greatly, she's a part of my heart. I'll love her forever, until death do us part. All of my life has been spent alone, But because of you I've found a new home.
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12/21/2016
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To Forever Be With You
(This is about how someone might value true love above everything else in life.)
If I could have but only one dream come true, And never again wish for anything else in this life. If I could have but only one fantasy be made real, And never again desire anymore happiness in this life. If I could have but only one pleasure be made real, And never again know serenity and peace in this life. If I could have but only one longing be fulfilled, And never again hope for love and joy in this life.
Then the only dream I could ever have, My one wish and desire, My one fantasy and longing, Is to forever be with you.
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12/21/2016
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I Wish
(This was about someone I used to love many years ago, but unfortunately things didn't work out between us.)
I wish we could have worked things out in the relationship we had. I wish I could have had a chance for love instead of feeling sad. I wish we could have been together to share our every thought. I wish I could erase the pain that a broken heart has brought. I wish we could start over and begin to care from the start. I wish I could accept the fact that we are now apart. I wish we could have blossomed into a beautiful romance. I wish I could turn back the clock and have a second chance.
These are things I wish for but cannot hope to have. I look back with regret on the lost chance that has passed. The girl that I had hoped to love is now off on her own. I am left to wish for that which is forever gone.
I wish we could have written letters of a passionate affair. I wish I could have took the time to show you how much I cared. I wish we could have faced each other and said what's on our minds. I wish I could have corrected the mistakes I made this time. I wish we could have enjoyed a perfect product of love's affection. I wish I could have proved myself to win over your attention. I wish we could have parted as friends and replaced the tears we cry. I wish I could have the courage to give love another try.
These are things I wish for but cannot hope to have. I look back with regret on the lost chance that has passed. The girl that I had hoped to love is now off on her own. I am left to wish for that which is forever gone.
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12/21/2016
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The Mirror of Life
(Yeah I might have taken one too many lortabs before writing this one, so lo and behold the cascading flood of emotional relevance!)
As I stare into the mirror of life, Seeing reflections familiar and strange, Some things which may be new at first, Are ancient images which never change. Old ones which I appear to see, Those that I cannot recall, Make themselves to be repeated, And I remember them one and all. Common memories of the past, Shining brilliant unto my eyes, Blind me with the expectation, That this is where my future lies. For if I glance into life's mirror, And see that which is to come, I will understand my purpose, A mirror image of life as one.
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12/21/2016
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One Man
(I wrote this to describe what might possibly happen to people who only think about themselves and no one else.)
One man cannot be an island, Surrounded in a sea of life's problems, With no one to call on for help. You cannot shun your family and friends, Pushing aside those which love you, And expect to make it in this world. Life's odds are much too enormous, For one man to conquer on his own. You need more than just your foolish pride, And the arrogant traits which you possess, To survive in this ever-changing world, Often so cruel and so unforgiving. One man must have a helping hand, To get him through those difficult times. But if your stubborn ways persist, Continuing in those selfish attempts, To cast aside the ones who care, One man will be left alone, To suffer in his agony. Living a life of contempt for others, Dying a death with many regrets. Buried in an unmarked grave, No one weeps at your funeral.
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12/21/2016
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Annihilation of an Expedition
(Influenced by the tragic story of the doomed Franklin Expedition, and this is by far one of the most challenging and difficult things I've ever written about before! It really pushed my writing ability to the limit, but hopefully the end result was well worth the effort. I made up the part about the lost manuscript, as well as the name Douglas Montgomery, but pretty much everything else really did happen.)
Manuscript found on King William Island, in the Canadian Arctic, left by the late Douglas Montgomery:
Poisoned and slowly dying, I suffer horribly. The food which supposedly was to suffice my needs, Has in fact become contaminated and spoiled. Lead poisoning from the tin cans has sickened us all, Combined with subzero temperatures of the arctic, Has driven everyone insane and destroyed our minds. This ill fated expedition shall end tragically, As our friends die from eating food meant to save them.
And while they are perishing in unimaginable agony, Others around me have gone completely insane. Thinking that eating their fellow human beings, Would counteract the effects of poisoned food, And provide these maniacs with proper nourishment. So they sat about savagely butchering one another, Turning the white snow red with blood and death, Feasting on those whom once were called close friends.
Although I am near death and given to madness, I shall not join in this descent into dementia. With what little strength I have left inside me, And knowing that soon my body shall be eaten, I break off a sharp thick piece of ice nearby. And before either cannibalism or poison claims me, I painfully impale myself onto the knife-like shard of ice, Dying with dignity and honor amidst this scene of chaos.
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