Mar 28, 2005 19:35
Dairy of a Serial Rapist
Walking down a dark alley
Jack the ripper has nothing on me
In your head everything’s okay
But look beyond what you will never see
Trip and stumble on your 3-inch high heels
Now’s my chance to catch you in my curse
Paper cuts, you know how that feels?
Now imagine ten times worse
Drag my new victim, innocent and unwed
Silent screams gasping for air
Into my empty apartment and strapped onto the bed
Stripped of everything but a terrified stare
Mount my queen still struggling with pain
With every abrupt movement tears stream down her face
Efforts to brake free not gone unnoticed but still in vain
In the darkness of the room as I thrust into your waist
This deed does end but not climaxes
With a nameless gun and a lifeless heart
With two bullets her body relaxes
Our two bodies set apart
My princess doth bleed from gaping holes unmended
Her corpse left in a closet to decay
A sorry plight for the undefended
With veins of purple and gray
Days go by shall I lay you to rest
Under wooden floor boards or in a bathroom stall
My precious angel still undressed
Bloodstains remain smeared on the walls
So now your history baby
Your punishment more then just a slap on the wrist
I hear the staggering of high heels, a new victim maybe
Just the diary of a serial rapist
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