Siren Song of a Serial Killer (inspired by Dexter and Silas

Liquid fog that clouds my vision,

Or is it just my acid tears?

They no longer bother me, I thought.

Buried with everything I fear…

The power of life - of giveth and taketh

No longer the decision of a flawed lord,

To birth and nurture is well and good

Yet its mundaneness makes me terribly bored.

My joy lies not in your amiable smile

I dig much deeper; to your bones and blood

I’d rather release the little red corpuscles

And watch the flow turn into a heavy flood.

The floors, when stained with dark red and matted brown,

Is where I’d gladly walk barefoot and proud,

The silence that follows the release of a soul

Such a relief from the ordinary and the loud…

The first time is always difficult, they say,

To put your fingers around living flesh and squeeze,

Yet it’s a service I’d performed gladly enough;

A true benediction I’d receive on my knees…

Those fundamental flaws in your soul - I can see

To fix them, perhaps my divine right ?

A devil you say? A deviant? A criminal too?

Why I’m here to show you the light!

For I alone can unsheathe the mirror,

Tear at the doors of the cocoon you’ve built.

I alone can deliver your from your sins

Your shame, your anger, your insidious guilt.

At night, and even in the morning light

I swear, to reach you I will find a way…

Those acid tears and your salty skin

The final sob will not be lost…

when at long last you begin to pray…

phoenixrising