A Serial Killer Confession Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

A Serial Killer Confession



NOW BLESS ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SIN
TIME AND TIME AGAIN
I`M NOT ASKING FOR GIVENESS
OR FOR YOU TO BE MY FRIEND
JUST FOR YOU TO LISTEN AS I BEGIN
I`M A MAN WHO TOOK A LOT OF SHOWERS
NOT TO GET CLEAN
BUT TO WASH AWAY THERE BLOOD
THAT`S NOW SKIN DEEP
FROM THE PEOPLE I KILL
AS THE PRIEST SIT PERFECTLY STILL.
NOW ON THE OUTSIDE I WAS TUF AS NAILS
I NEVER LEFT A CLUE OR A BLOODY TRAIL.
BUT NOW I`M IN MY GOLDEN YEARS
WITH NOT A LOT OF TIME LEFT
AND IF YOU LOOK DEEP
INTO MY EYES I`M CRYING
STILL TRYING TO UNDERSTAND
WHY I DID WHAT I DID
DID I DO IT BECAUSE I HAVE NO HEART
OR AM I THE BEAST THAT CAN`T BE KILL
OR AM I JUST NOW FALLING APART
OR WAS I BORN WITH THE DEVILS SOUL
AND THAT`S WHY I`M OUT OF CONTROL
LEAVING YOU TO MY BLOODY TRAIL
AS THE PRIEST STILL SIT PERFECTLY STILL.
NOW HE CONTINUE TO SAY
THE BLOOD THAT I WASH AWAY
IS THE BLOOD THAT IS STAIN TO MY BRAIN
LIKE A TATTOO
AND THERE NO DETERGENT
THAT CAN WASH IT OUT.
NOW WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
I CAN SEE ALL
THE PLACES, THE FACES I KILL
AND THERE HAUNTING ME
WITH QUESTIONS OF WHY
AND I HAVE NO ANSWER
AS I QUICKILY OPEN MY EYES
AND FATHER THERE ONE LAST THING
PLEASE FORGIVE ME
FOR WHAT I`M ABOUT TO ASK OF YOU
TO DO FOR ME
PLEASE TAKE MY GUN
AS THE FATHER HOLDS IT SHAKING A BIT
AS HE CONTINUE TO SAY
PLEASE BLOW ME AWAY
AND END MY SICKNESS
BLOW ME AWAY
AND END DEVIL SOUL THAT LIVES IN ME
THAN I`M NO LONGER OUT OF CONTROL
CAN YOU DO THIS FOR ME FATHER
.THE FATHER ANSWER BACK
NO MY SON I CAN`T AND PUT HIS GUN DOWN
BUT THE GUY SAID BACK IN A FIRM VOICE
YOU GIVE ME NO CHOICE
AND BENDS DOWN TO HIS ANKLES
AND PULL ANOTHER GUN FLASHING IT AROUND
THE FATHER LOOKS SHOCK
AND SCARE
AS THE GUY SAID WILL SEE
WHO SHOOTS WHO
AND GET THE DONE
AND HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE ME
ON THE GROUND
THAT MY DAY HAS FINALLY COME.
NOW THEY BOTH POINT THE GUNS
AT EACHOTHER
THE FATHER HAS NO CHOICE AND PRAYS
QUIETLY IN HIS SOFT VOICE THAN [ BANG ]
now the sound rock the altar
the booth was shatter with blood everywhere
and one man lies dead on the floor
and the other man stare in shock at the door.

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