Okay. You probably don’t know this about me if you’re one of my newer readers, but once I get started on a new hobby, I kind of dive into it at full-speed and get pretty crazy with it. It’s only after a few weeks of constant new-hobby-ism that I finally manage to peter off and find something interesting to do elsewhere (assuming I get bored of my new hobby, that is).
Kinda flaky, I know.
Fortunately, my strange and almost instantly-sparked obsessions usually take a rather productive turn.
You might remember yesterday when I posted a pretty rape-tastic poem written entirely in iambic pentameter. It’s from the perspective of a serial killer as he recounts one of his first “adventures” in, well, serial killing. o__o It was received surprisingly well, despite its rather offensive genre, and since I’m a freak of nature who can’t stop writing, I managed to dish out 72 more lines to continue this nameless killer’s story.
Check it out.
Ballad of a Serial Killer (continued)
The levelheaded man I knew is gone,
And in his place a monster growing strong.
Persistently I wish for ropes and chains
Around a neck that’s bound and squeezed in pain.
Ferocious appetite for something sweet,
I hunt the night for my forbidden treat.
My wife, she sleeps unknowing of my ways
While prey I do on unsuspecting strays.
You see, this is no curse: It is a skill.
And one enjoyed in silence for its thrill.
Perhaps in secret others do the same.
For me, I choose a very public game.
I start my meal by stalking in the day,
A time when shadows won’t get in the way.
She seems so unaware of dangers near.
When drawing close I sweep away her fear.
My gullible, naive and guilty pleasure:
I warm the oven, waiting for my treasure.
So charmed by my demeanor does she seem,
Oblivious to my erotic scheme.
As dusk descends upon the hunting quarry,
The meat of this exhilarating story
Becomes alive with dark anticipation
For my frenzied need and sweet fixation.
Routinely does she travel by the woods,
And so I cannot help myself. I could,
for good, if someone said I should, and would!
Although I feel a bit misunderstood.
It’s not the killing part I so desire.
Instead, this yearning part of me requires
That I feed this lewd and wanton craving.
And so I often wind up misbehaving.
“Inadequate and lacking in conviction,”
Insulting words that drive my vile addiction.
My wife, you see, she makes me insecure.
I fear we may have married immature.
The sex is dull. It leaves me sore and wanting
For fantasies so devilishly haunting.
And if you feel I’m simply here for flaunting,
I’ll leave you with a story made for taunting:
I’m sad to say that not all tales end well.
A sloppy mess I was at first, and dwell
I do on mem’ries past that make me flinch.
I’ve made mistakes that should have been a cinch.
My first, you see, was smarter than the rest.
She charmed me too, and uttered out, “Unless
you bring me presents, I refuse to stay.”
And this is how my first meal got away.
I thought persistence would lead her to see
How gifts come after satisfying me.
Insist she did until she managed free!
I now use bait for ev’ry killing spree.
A man like me gives gifts with dark intent.
The sparkling jewels throw her off the scent.
I take my time, a hobby worth the wait.
Feeling risky? Take her on a date.
With whores, I find it easiest to sin.
The eager little things quickly give in.
But virgins are the type that oft inspire.
Their timid ways do set my lust on fire.
How sweet it is to end it with a kill.
My lack of guilty worry such a thrill.
So rarely do I question my technique
Before I toss a body in the creek.
It’s when I ditch the bloody clothes and go
Back to my wife that suddenly I know
What tempts me into this vocation. I
Believe her harping causes girls to die.
It’s in their eyes that I do see her face
And snap their necks with such a pleasing grace.
For years, she’s often left me worn and vexed.
I’m through! You know … I think she might be next!
— Sherilynn Macale
I swear I’m really not this creepy normally. Maybe I’ve been watching too much Dexter? Anyhoo, please leave your thoughts in the comments below! Otherwise, have a fantastic Thursday evening.
Off to do something interesting that you will never hear about,
XOXO Cheri XOXO