well... with serial killings everywhere.... my emotions and feelings came out of me in this form......
After all she is your wife and my mother,
What has she done to you,
How good if we both just flew
Past, horrible past gone that past for good
No fighting unlike the past over the food
Both gone my father and mother for bad or good,
I killed my father, I wonder if I should
Have killed my father before
My mother by my father's cruelty, to the heaven soared...
Neither peace nor love I find,
After my mother, the kind
I seek blood and revenge
I hate 'normal' and 'average'
The world has done wrong to me
No one else would find peace either, I shall see.
Yes, she is the one, she is the prey
I will wait and set the snare
Time has come,
Don't hesitate, look what the world to you has done
Strike once, twice, and thrice
I just LLLOOOVE this lovely sight!
I can stay here all night
Second one third and fourth
I flew to another city and started searching for sixth
Now twelfth, thirteenth and victim fourteenth
I changed the city and searching for fifteenth
I killed many there
I ripped many there
I lost count
I love their last moaning sound
Then came a special one
She was third last victim
Overcoming my strike
She ran for her dear life
She almost escaped
But by her ill fate she was roped
Overcoming her at last
I ripped her fast
But unaware this time
I dropped some clues behind
One night after this 'special' one
I saw her moaning son
I was more satisfied
But there are still mistakes of god to be rectified
They started tracking me at last
And started doubting me at last
I was arrested beaten finally in this race
They termed me as a 'psychopath
They blamed me for everything
But it is not only me to blame
But there are social evils to tame
Poetry by Anshul Sharma
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Written on 2007-03-15 at 12:21
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My Story By A Serial Killer
Father, father don't beat herAfter all she is your wife and my mother,
What has she done to you,
How good if we both just flew
Past, horrible past gone that past for good
No fighting unlike the past over the food
Both gone my father and mother for bad or good,
I killed my father, I wonder if I should
Have killed my father before
My mother by my father's cruelty, to the heaven soared...
Neither peace nor love I find,
After my mother, the kind
I seek blood and revenge
I hate 'normal' and 'average'
The world has done wrong to me
No one else would find peace either, I shall see.
Yes, she is the one, she is the prey
I will wait and set the snare
Time has come,
Don't hesitate, look what the world to you has done
Strike once, twice, and thrice
I just LLLOOOVE this lovely sight!
I can stay here all night
Second one third and fourth
I flew to another city and started searching for sixth
Now twelfth, thirteenth and victim fourteenth
I changed the city and searching for fifteenth
I killed many there
I ripped many there
I lost count
I love their last moaning sound
Then came a special one
She was third last victim
Overcoming my strike
She ran for her dear life
She almost escaped
But by her ill fate she was roped
Overcoming her at last
I ripped her fast
But unaware this time
I dropped some clues behind
One night after this 'special' one
I saw her moaning son
I was more satisfied
But there are still mistakes of god to be rectified
They started tracking me at last
And started doubting me at last
I was arrested beaten finally in this race
They termed me as a 'psychopath
They blamed me for everything
But it is not only me to blame
But there are social evils to tame
Poetry by Anshul Sharma
Read 937 times
Written on 2007-03-15 at 12:21
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