Serial Killer Poem by Silence Dogood

Im an emotional wreck.
An unstoppable cause.
Your worst nightmare.
Breaking all the laws.

Im chained to the floor.
In shackles and chains.
A monstrous killer.
Who bares no shame.

The screams of the innocent.
Were heard by my ears.
My victims last pleas.
For the death that was near.

Blood stained the floor.
A marker of the death.
From a masacre killing.
That none will forget.

I collected the tears.
From the victimes I shot.
Defence says im innocent.
But surely im not.

Im a death row prisioner.
Sentenced to die.
For a crime I commited.
But is that a lie?

Did I kill twenty people.
In an act of pure hate.
Am I guilty of this crime.
Or is it a mistake?

They lead me to a chamber.
Where injection will kill.
Stopping my heart.
Making me still.

My own death witnesses.
Sit in many chairs.
Im about to die.
But who really cares.

Im guilty to them.
I can see it in there eyes.
Im chained to a gurney.
Just about to die.

They inject a needle.
I can feel the sting.
A chemical concoction.
With death it brings.

***

They all think they're right.
But there terribly wrong.
A guilty man roams free.
While an innocent is gone.

Those people that died.
I cleverly shot.
He saw me killing.
And begged me to stop.

His words had know meaning.
For my devils heart.
I played the villian.
From the very start.

I fabracted evidence.
I framed him you see.
An innocent man dies.
While the guilty roams free.

Good doesn't always win.
For someone has to die.
They feel its their fault.
Thats their demise.

Im a serial killer.
Who takes no blame.
A respected man.
Who bares no shame.