14) Horror story (Because I killed someone)

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Horror story

(Because I killed someone)

By Skeff

 

 

I killed, someone

Not the first one

 

I have no remorse

It was a magnetic force

 

The kill

The thrill

 

He was a bum

Scum

 

He lived in the park

He was no monarch

 

I looked around

Didn´t want to  be found

 

He was so fat

So I gave him poison for rat

 

It looked like burger king

But it was not the real thing

 

His mouth looked like meth

But this time he was eating death

 

He died

Because I gave him cyanide

 

 

Why can´t I kill someone

Why is it so bad

Why is it wrong

Why does it make me feel so alive

 

Life, so boring

Being rejected, work

Some hollidays, always the same

 

But not today

Because I killed someone

Because I killed someone

Because I killed someone

 

 

First time with fire

Some years ago

In the park

He was sleeping in his tent

I came early in the morning

I trew alcohol and lit

I ran so fast like bolt

 

Who cares,

He was alone, A bum

Homeless

A burden to society

Probably

A junkie

A thiev

Not really,

human

 

I came home

My heart was beating

So fast,

So fast

So fast,

So fast

So fast

So fast

 

I did something

I shouldn´t have done

But better than acid,

It gave me a rush

 

I thought I wouldn´t do it again

The risk is too high

Too much to lose

But life is so depressive

I want something

To make me high

 

Don´t like

Rollercoastes

I want the real

adrenaline

 

Sunglasses

and hoody,

Looking like a killer

I´m going on patrol

Pest control

 

Second time, it was planned

I knew what I was going do

I travelled to another city

Looking for another a target

Didnt want to get caught

I had my cake of death

I don´t like blood

I don´t like violence

A sweet way of dying

Prepared with love

And rat poison

And Ambien

And some Cyanide

Direct from the dark web

It was my cake of death

 

 

I had a slice with me

I saw him laying in the corner

It was late at night

The street was cold and dark

I left the cake there and run

Like a pilot in my F 22

Dropping bombs and keep flying

 

 

But some hours later, i came back

The cake was gone, got eaten

Just a little piece was left

The target was still there

On the floor like before

On the floor like before

Not moving, mission acomplished

I asked for a a coffe

And sit there watching

1 hour

2 hours

3 hours

4hours

Still not moving

I´m going home,

it´s enough

The plan suceded

 

Maybe I´m crazy

Maybe im, a psychopath

Maybe I shouldn´t tell those things

But it´s just music

But it´s just art

Maybe it happened, maybe not

 

 

Third time was planned

I travelled again

Much safer that way

No cake this time

Just a burger

Special receipt

Cyanide and anbien

A bit of rat poison

I asked him if he was hungry

He said yes, so here it is

Through the sunglass

I coud see

His sick skin

What a miserable life

But I was going to me make him free

Delivering freedom

Piece by piece

He didn´t suspect

He just accepted

He ate everything

Breakfast of a king

 

 

I hid behind the tree

And saw when he laid down

Going to sleep

A long sleep

 

My heart was beating again

 

It was kind of fun

I don´t need a gun

To kill someone

I´m done

I´m gone

I won

 

 

because I killed someone

because I killed someone

because I killed someone