I'll tell you what is wrong with me
I hope you will not weep
Happy dreams of marder are enchanting my nights sleep
Nothing wakes me late at night sedatives stopped all that
I wouldn't even wake up if you hit me with a bat
My dreams are filled with bloodshed the massacre won't stop
I can't restrain the pleasure i gain from spilling every drop
I've killed the guys who've pissed me off every worthless sot
Killed Franks, and Jeffs, and many Bobs, and a guy whose name was Lott
My method is machine gun as they lined up in their cue
Perhaps they are all lawyers thinking i'm the next they'll sue
Maybe the media has trained me to be
Less sensitive to my fellows humanity
Or maybe i have inherited a relatives insanity
No matter what the truth is i chalk it up to fate
It's better to marder in your sleep than dream of a face you hate
Happy dreams of marder are giving me good nights rest
Nightmares filled with violence excite my heart the best
Happy dreams of Marder are where my nights are mired
It's silly but i dream of killy
When im truly tired
Beau Golden
1988
An interesting account, but it appeals to my dark side... so I like it! Well described. ~Amber~
I like how you invite the reader in and take them to the darkest corners of your brain within a few lines. Chilling, amazing. Honest and shocking but real.
The title is morbidly frightening, almost worth a 10 rating just for the title. Loved the part about better to miurder in yer sleep than dream of a face u hate.
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loved the poem, it made me smile. You should read my poem 'RedRum' it's about murdering someone. anyway great poem really liked it keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I absolutely love this poem, It describes what I dream about quite well. Muder, murder, murder.... it's a beautiful thing.