Hunters Of Humans

by Robert   Apr 21, 2005


Hunters Of Humans

then when they rot I will feed them to the fish.
I been called Dahmar, Bundy, Gein, and Gasey,
but in reality I am just crazy.
I crave blood and death like you would crave food,
so don’t talk to me when I am in darkest mood.
I will have your head or skin hanging on my wall,
that you are to share with all. Darkness cloaks my body so I can do my will,
fresh from my work I take to my only thrill.
No boss to scream at me or tell me what to do,
just the raw action of what remains true.
A knife inside my shirt hides what lies ahead,
an unknown person to me will lie dead.
Without a word I will stalk them to a dead end,
then under a lamppost I will let my fury descend.
The traffic noise will dull their screams of pain,
even with thrashing around, it will be in vane.
I will have my delight of blood flesh and skin,
and at the foot of a dead body I will cast my bloody grin.
Police will try to stop me with all their might,
but I will win the final fight.
My hunting ground will change with each passing day,
and I will kiss those who will become my prey.
Take a piece of flesh, or even a hair off their head,
for nothing will stop me when they are dead.
I will visit them any time I wish,

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005

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  • 9 years ago

    by linkhorizon

    This piece also felt as if i were watching my favorite tv doc. show>Foresic Files! haha

  • 9 years ago

    by linkhorizon

    Woah, that was pretty insane for someone i hope i not writing based on personal experiences lol i'm just kiddin' seriously though, very unique and chilling. i could lucidly envision the diabolical actions of a serial killer. this piece was very deep and eery. interesting and amazing write from a what a killers perspective would mostly likely be. brilliant work. 5/5

  • 9 years ago

    by Choose xX Alex Xx Life

    Fantastic unusual poem loving the names etc you incorporate into this poem xxx alex xx

  • 9 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    "Without a word I will stalk them to a dead end,
    then under a lamppost I will let my fury descend.
    The traffic noise will dull their screams of pain,
    even with thrashing around, it will be in vane."

    ^^favourite part. I found those lines to be amazingly written, so detailed and vivid, with so much power and depth.

    I loved the imagery you created in this, very strong and intense, and at some places even a little creepy.

    The flow was good for the most part, and I thought this was original and beautifully written.

  • 12 years ago

    by Frankie

    Holy! That gave me goosebumps! 5/5!