I will stalk you for days.
Watching your every movement.
I will wait for the perfect time to kill.
The remains of your body will be little.
I will slice you into thousands of pieces.
Dental records will not work.
I will soak your body in gas for days.
I will light you up like it was the 4th of July.
I will dine on your charred remains.
I will give the rest of you away as food for the homeless.
Let them eat for once.
The pain I will cause you,
Will make you hope to be dead.
I will kill hundreds.
No one can stop me.
I am a serial killer.
I like my job.
It is fun.
Every night find a new person to kill.
I like to hear my victims scream.
Once I am done killing you I will go after your family.
Then to your friends.
Then to their friends,
Until everyone is dead.
I want to be the only one alive in this world.
I want to go thought the streets and not worry about any one else.
I want to be able to take what ever I want.
This is my dream..
It will come true.
Soon.
Everyone will be dead.
By my hands only.
I can't wait for my next victim.
~please read more of my poems and tell me what you think~ADNW
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