A Serial Killer Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

A Serial killer

I killed you, and felt sad,
I cut you, yet felt calm,
Burning you was all fun.

Your flames were great,
Liked your scent, fragrance,
Of you that filled the air.

After you killed again,
Then again, and again,
Your sisters, brothers…

Delicious is smell,
Of the ones I murder,
I want to kill again…

And again, and again!

Want to ignite fires,
From wood and tinder,
Therefore, cut to pieces,
Some trees, branches,
Collect leaves, make fire.

I like their fragrance,
Not from the gasses!

Yes, I am a murderer,
A serial killer…