In me they trust,
I pose no threat.
Their only mistake,
With doomed regret.
They're all scum,
Each and every one.
And what I do,
I do for fun.
My arm in a sling,
Part of my disguise.
Walk up to them,
And a syringe surprise.
I drug them up,
A death knell chimes.
I show no mercy,
For their sick crimes.
A box prepared,
Made to fit.
A work of art,
I must admit.
I fold them up,
Cram them in.
And I'll always,
Sever a limb.
Nice and snug,
They fit right in.
Lid nailed down,
A box of sin.
The hardest wood,
Cold steel nails.
Secures their agony,
It never fails.
Such loving care,
Attention to detail.
A clever killer,
Who'll never fail.
It's my hobby,
My aim in life.
A simple box maker,
Who kills with rife.
I am a showman,
It's what I do.
My spite and wrath,
Is now on view.
Always with holes,
So they can breathe.
Sometimes they cry,
My hatred seethes.
At times I might,
Put in a rat or two.
Depends how many victims,
Are soiled by you.
When a box is found,
A headline splash.
Another paedophile murder,
Buried in trash.
I've now evolved,
Changed my M O.
Still gift them death,
A death more slow.
Foolish of me,
Not to grasp.
A unique suffering,
And a final gasp.
Each box now bigger,
Of a sort.
Still inescapable,
Hopeless to thwart.
A simple plan,
I did contrive.
They're six feet under,
Now buried alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deliciously dark, fantastic!
Thanks Bryony for your kind comment glad you enjoyed it. There's a few I've put up (Pandora's Jar and others to tidy up which I will) And there's part 1 of Miss Goody Two Shoes Returns. Part 2 will be upped thurs/fri with a few surprises in it! ! So many thanks again, hang in there Bryony enjoy life and take care.