The phonebox strangler

A poem about a strangler who longs to be in the media, hoping to have a serial killer type nickname

He waits behind the phonebox

His breath as cold as ice

Waiting for his victim

To come and throw the dice

For he is a gambler

Wiked and untrue

Sadistic is his mind all day

There’ll be no quick rescue

He likes to watch, be secretive

Lives out his life in narrative

He is the phonebox strangler

He shows no mercy to release

The victim blue and very tearful

He grips her tighter showing teeth

As she dies no longer fearful

He is the phonebox strangler

that’s what he’ll read in news

Becoming a celebrity 

Is what he wants to do

Many people could we blame

The media prints always the same

But no one knows the real reason

Except him who causes treason 

He is the phonebox strangler

He shows his point of view

He shows no mercy with his soul

Just evil through and through

Author's Note

please tell me what you think

Reviews

[Breadrun]

Thanks, I'm kind of trying to push boundaries and write poems that most people wouldn't do

[Matthew Smith]

It's good, kind of creepy, to be honest, but I'm sure that's what you were shooting for.

I don't think it's as good as those other ones of yours that I've read, though, but good nonetheless.