SHE WAS YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL BUT NOW SHE IS BATTERED AND DEAD. SHE IS NOT THE FIRST AND SHE WILL NOT BE THE LAST I LAY AWAKE NIGHTS THINKING ABOUT MY NEXT VICTIM. MAYBE SHE WILL BE THE BEAUTIFUL BLOND THAT BABYSITS NEAR THE LITTLE STORE AND WALKS DOWN THE DARK ALLEY EACH EVENING ABOUT SEVEN. OR MAYBE SHE WILL BE THE SHAPELY BLUE EYED BROWNETT THAT SAID NO WHEN I ASKED HER FOR A DATE IN HIGH SCHOOL. BUT MAYBE IT WILL NOT BE EITHER. BUT I SHALL CUT OFF HER FEMALE PARTS AND DEPOSIT THEM FOR THE WHOLE CITY TO SEE. SO DON'T MAKE IT TO EASY FOR ME. KEEP YOUR SISTERS, DAUGHTERS, AND WIVES OFF THE STREETS AND ALLEYS. MISS BATES WAS STUPID. SHE WENT TO THE SLAUGHTER LIKE A LAMB. SHE DID NOT PUT UP A STRUGGLE. BUT I DID. IT WAS A BALL. I FIRST PULLED THE MIDDLE WIRE FROM THE DISTRIBUTOR. THEN I WAITED FOR HER IN THE LIBRARY AND FOLLOWED HER OUT AFTER ABOUT TWO MINUTS. THE BATTERY MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT DEAD BY THEN. I THEN OFFERED TO HELP. SHE WAS THEN VERY WILLING TO TALK TO ME. I TOLD HER THAT MY CAR WAS DOWN THE STREET AND THAT I WOULD GIVE HER A LIFT HOME. WHEN WE WERE AWAY FROM THE LIBRARY WALKING, I SAID IT WAS ABOUT TIME. SHE ASKED ME "ABOUT TIME FOR WHAT". I SAID IT WAS ABOUT TIME FOR HER TO DIE. I GRABBED HER AROUND THE NECK WITH MY HAND OVER HER MOUTH AND MY OTHER HAND WITH A SMALL KNIFE AT HER THROAT. SHE WENT VERY WILLINGLY. HER BREAST FELT VERY WARM AND FIRM UNDER MY HANDS, BUT ONLY ONE THING WAS ON MY MIND. MAKING HER PAY FOR THE BRUSH OFFS THAT SHE HAD GIVEN ME DURING THE YEARS PRIOR. SHE DIED HARD. SHE SQUIRMED AND SHOOK AS I CHOAKED HER, AND HER LIPS TWICHED. SHE LET OUT A SCREAM ONCE AND I KICKED HER HEAD TO SHUT HER UP. I PLUNGED THE KNIFE INTO HER AND IT BROKE. I THEN FINISHED THE JOB BY CUTTING HER THROAT. I AM NOT SICK. I AM INSANE. BUT THAT WILL NOT STOP THE GAME. THIS LETTER SHOULD BE PUBLISHED FOR ALL TO READ IT. IT JUST MIGHT SAVE THAT GIRL IN THE ALLEY. BUT THAT'S UP TO YOU. IT WILL BE ON YOUR CONSCIENCE. NOT MINE. YES, I DID MAKE THAT CALL TO YOU ALSO. IT WAS JUST A WARNING. BEWARE...I AM STALKING YOUR GIRLS NOW.

Engulfing my body, suffocating my mind; Searching for solace in this very line. Nothing is my own so nothing is sacred; disown your mentality, and proceed to break it. My mind's been broken; that's fine I don't need it My body's exhausted; that's find I'll just leave it A slave to karma; My singular purpose: To forfeit my happiness and relinquish my penance

Importance Quantified by random circumstance Pretending these "finely tuned skills" weren't acquired by chance *** Futility of these words Productivity of self worth Pretending these verbs will sooth my nerves Recitng this verse My identiy unearthed Change set forth Bring on my rebirth

Grinding your teeth Doubled in pain You're all alone Quick glance around Panicking more Your body strains Skin feels like needles Eyes about to burst Your insides are flames Your life's about to end and you don't know why Your inbred hatred has rendered you blind You were the self proclaimed bringer of hate Be crucified for your sins in my name Tear at your skin like a feral beast This was your fate Choking up bile Whimper and plea Your eyes fall to me Get to your feet for one last time what do you see? The stark understanding That you're going to die Not that you ever were really alive You were the self proclaimed bringer of hate Now be crucified for your sins in my name

I'll abuse you and hurt you you'll never be rid of me You should be in fear of me I'm lacking in empathy You were my destiny But now that you've injured me You're reduced to an effigy of my past sufferings I'm a bitch and a moron I'm a fucking loser I'm no good for anyone I'll only hurt you Teeming with jealousy; Humanity's enemy; Get used to the brevity I love you allegedly Deep inside my mind There's an endless void That needs to drain the happiness out of your life. Your pain makes me thrive It's my fucking badge of pride Your suffering will continue Until our time to die The specter of depravity; Self appointed accuser; User; abuser; Human-consumer.

Sitting on the border of counter culture watching your life slip by without you Destined for nothing, and absolutely nothing more Contempt for life, especially your own. The things you do disgust me But not as much as they do, you Mask your weaknesses by fluffing your feathers Even though it's never worked for you before Did it? Not even once. Your brain starts to rust. Your overall being degrades, And no one really thinks you can be saved. you're told you're better than everyone else; that your fine. It just perpetuates the lie. Lash out- Lie to yourself; lie to me At least you're still alive? "No more lies," You've seen the light You're just fine You're in the right. Lash out, lie to yourself lie to me. At least your almost still alive.

Check my watch, it's half past nine. I sip my drink; it's almost time. My lights turned off. My emotions too He pulls up; it's time for me to make a move Open up, get out, walk up, unlock. Run up, push down, whip lashed, head cracks. Dazed and confused, he draws a knife. I show him my gun and tell him to be nice. "You don't know me, but I know you well. And you're going to free me from my personal hell." Stimulus triggers a response for flight A foolish move from my valiant knight. "I love you more than I love my wife," I tell him as i shoot him in his leg Approaching him, he's full of dread, but I feel heartbroken and mislead. So I give a sigh as I behead him with his knife that he dropped when he fled. [Such a waste of human compassion I'll start again tomorrow night: different lover, different bed]

My lips slowly curl as I feel myself submitting to a pathologic counterpart. I surrender my mind to a primitive subconscious. Human inhibition disappears. Life is illusion.

Pavlovian work ethic; heel for call. Bereft of seeing red; docile in a stall. Respondent Domestication. Indoctrinated pack mentality. Regulate dispositioning with Classical Conditioning Life is a bitch.

I LIKE KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH FUN IT IS MORE FUN THAN KILLING WILD GAME IN THE FORREST BECAUSE MAN IS THE MOST DANGEROUS ANIMAL OF ALL TO KILL SOMETHING GIVES ME THE MOST THRILLING EXPERIENCE IT IS EVEN BETTER THAN GETTING YOUR ROCKS OFF WITH A GIRL THE BEST PART OF IT IS THAT WHEN I DIE I WILL BE REBORN IN PARADISE AND ALL THEY HAVE KILLED WILL BECOME MY SLAVES I WILL NOT GIVE YOU MY NAME BECAUSE YOU WILL TRY TO SLOW DOWN OR STOP MY COLLECTING OF SLAVES FOR MY AFTERLIFE.