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This is a cut-up poem I've constructed out of interviews, memos, and letters of serial killers which include: Ted Bundy, Albert De Salvo, Clifford Olsen, Charles Manson, Eddie Cole, Richard Ramirez, John Christie, Dennis Nilsen, David Berkowitz, David Smith, and Edward Kemper. Every word and line is theirs, i only composed them to make one common voice.
In Mark 5 of the bible, there's a part that has always fascinated me since I was a child. Jesus asked a man that was possessed with demons what his name was and he answered, "My name is legion; for we are many." Of course, Jesus excorcised the man, casting the demons into a herd of swine that then went and drowned themselves. I take the bible metaphorically, which I demonstrate in this poem.
There is no happiness without tears,
No life without death.
Beware! I am going to make you cry.
I always seemed to enjoy
Everything that hurt.
I was only following Gods orders.
He wont let me stop killing
Until he gets his fill of blood.
It happens to be satisfying
To get the source of blood.
The demons were protecting me.
Life and death have nothing to do with it.
Time is a joke.
Lucifer dwells within us all.
But I am a monster.
I am the Son of Sam.
I am a little brat.
The girls call me ugly
And they bother me the most.
I hate a bitchy chick.
One side of me says,
I would like to talk to her, date her.
The other side of me says,
I wonder how her head would look on a stick.
I fucked and killed her.
Nothing to it.
The feet were gone, the hand, the arm.
They were in my refrigerator.
I would cook it,
And look at the pictures and masturbate.
If I gave a shit about the parents
I wouldnt have killed the kid.
And there will be more of your children
They acted like they were human.
But they werent.
They began to howl things.
For me a corpse has a beauty and dignity
Which a living body could never hold.
There is a peace about death that soothes me.
You feel the last bit of breath
Leaving their body.
Youre looking into their eyes.
A person in that situation is God!
Occasionally I hear a piece of music
That was playing during the killings-
Then I become extremely disturbed.
It wasnt so dark and scary as it sounds.
I had a lotta fun
Killing somebodys a funny experience.
What I did
Was not such a great harm,
With all those surplus women now days.
Death comes with the territory
See you in Disneyland.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------"If your skin doesn't crawl...then it's on too tight."