Vision Ghost

Rookie - 5 Points (24/01/1979 / Epsom, East Surrey)

The Luxury Of Murder - Poem by Vision Ghost

This unidentifiable entity, of a dwelling so deep
That so in rage, in passion, in fear this doth seep
Shadow that this embarks, to be hidden in waiting
A will to tear violently apart, another human being

Possession of a power, so terrible and not witnessed
From a distance of a deep minded, cavern unblessed
That I throw aggression, to the holy mans approach
The invader of my peace, in this saturations encroach

Seen only in this darkest part, of my conscious breath
Exists the spectre, to deal out the fantasies of death
In a cordial and perverted excitement, for this murder
Of the one and many who have hurt me, to dismember

And leave the lifelessness, to end of their suffering
In a method for them to beg me, for their releasing
From this pain I could reap, upon their naked bodies
And to lick their tears, as the sweet palate in luxuries

I want to witness their crying, in utter helplessness
As I wish them to witness, the bleeding lifelessness
Of the downfall in the turning tables, of powers end
As they cry, cry and cry again with a hand to extend

Stroking their heads and pummel the senses with fear
Setting the vision of hopelessness, as imageries steer
So with blade and cutter, with words and fists as tools
Shall I allow them to live, for as long as they are fools?

Or ignite the demonstrations, of mans ultimate terror
In the finale of their death, I shall keep so to harbour
Until insanity grips and so I shall release them, free?
Into their world now damaged, as something to flee

Let the cold of my reality, wash over their continuity
To forever walk with the horror, of myself infinitely
Engrained as their day becomes, the daily nightmare
Trapped forever in fear and suffering, without care

So deep shall their paranoia’s, seep down to the soul
The ghosts of the memory, of this sickness are whole
For they’re the lucky ones, who I desired for the thrill
That so very deep inside, I am capable enough to kill

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011

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