Diary Of A Serial Killer (part 1)

by Ben Pickard   Jan 1, 2018


Below the hills and by the tree
And underneath the darkling sky,
I undertook my killing spree
And watched the life drain from her eyes.

A cigarette, a drug nor drink
Can quite compare to death's first slice -
The piercing cries and bloody stink
Mean nothing else will then suffice.

I hung her from the tree and jabbed
(Those jellies popped a pleasing sound) -
Her sightless eyes, I stuck and stabbed
Then cut her loose upon the ground.

I shed her clothes, and by the moon,
I undertook my heart's delight:
The blood and breasts would make me swoon
And pair to make the perfect night.

And when I's done, I raised my knife,
And struck it true unto her heart -
I jabbed, I stabbed, I pierced and sliced
Which left her whole but quite apart.

The moon shone bright - she liked my deeds:
The silver landscape shimmered so.
The breeze would dance around the trees
Which gabbled of the claret flow!

I sat. I watched. I smelled her blood -
This tableau was my crowing act!
To think I'd caused this ruby flood
Which left her torn but me intact.

I felt a stir of something born
Within my flesh that can't be quelled;
The calm inside was now a storm
And all the good was chopped and felled.

The sun would rise eventually
And cause the blood to cease and crust,
But here began my killing spree -
My first true taste of perfect lust.

*And if these words should ever fall
Upon some unsuspecting eyes,
Just know the world is full of fools
Who live to please and live to die.

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 1 week ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Benny
    currently playing catch up so I have just stumbled upon this lovely piece.
    HOLY EF BENNY! Not only are you sonnet King, you seem to be Horror King too. How about we just call you King of the poetry at this point!

    This piece is very Jack the Ripperish... with you being English, makes it a little more creepy.. :P Please dont tell me your some sort of time travelling Jack the Ripper who brings poems of the past!

    Back to the piece itself, very descriptive. At some points where you speak of tearing at her flesh (i dont know where my mind went!) but I pictured some sort of scavenger bird pecking at it. Such as a raven..

    I am now off to find part II and hope this is a continuing line of poetry.. As much as it creeps me out, you intrigue me..

    • 1 week ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Naomi. I thought I'd try something a little different...if not literal!

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    Wow Ben. This is intense...
    I’m at a loss for words right now.
    Well done

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Stephanie

    I am scared too.
    real poetry

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks for reading, Stephanie and sorry for scaring you!

  • 2 weeks ago

    by yogi73

    very intense and well written...It's like Dr Seuss, but written by a serial killer, but I suspect that is parts of its charm.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Wow... A teacher once told me that it is much harder than it looks to write horror because you have to get the details just right. You have absolutely nailed the horror content and imagery. A superb piece. Best wishes Milly x

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks Milly - happy new year, by the way

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