Bits and pieces

There are not many poems about serial killers! this is one

Your eyes look quiet now, 
almost serene,
Unlike I have seen them before,

perhaps it was the madness !
(Yours or mine Who cares) 
that stopped me from appreciating just how soulful they were.

At least they stayed where they belong, 
inside your head,
Unlike your brain which is lying here in front of me.
Try as I might I can still not see where you hide your logic?.

To say that you would rather die than go out with someone like me!
Well at least I have helped you achieve your ambition, 
which must, 
I think, 
be in with your logic.

Perhaps I missed it when I disemboweled you!

Don't go anywhere, 

I will go and check..........................

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Oh wow! Darkness in the lowest form of evil......very well penned. This makes my skin crawl.