Letter to a Victim

[Shadowolf]

Letter to a Victim



I am going to be more than brief,

In this letter I’m going to find some relief,

My dearest victim, I’m going to find you,

This is not a lie for I’m going to slice you through



I will state to thee; there will not be any clue,

Not a single idea; but I’m going to be there. It is true,

I am a psychopath; I will be your murderer,

Don’t try to escape; the exit is “Out of Order”



I write this letter for you to know,

Anytime in the month, I’ll be there to give you the fatal blow,

I’ll take my time; make you wait,

Finally, your best friend will be my wicked bait



I’ll move his body into an alley and put my hands upon his throat,

I’ll throw his hollowed body out of my boat,

He will sink down; deep into the water,

You’ll go look for him; I’ll be behind you; “What’s the matter?”



I’ll grab you and take you to the back of my car,

Play with your body; cut it; burn it with steamy tar,

You’ll cry out: “Let me go! Let me go!”

“Silence!” I would cry out; “Silence or I cut off your toe!”



I would finally manage to quiet you down,

I’ll tie you up and wait till you see your last dawn,

But it’ll be the last time you breathe,

“How very grateful, I’ll get my relief!”



This letter explains what will surely happen,

So, wait till the door is abruptly open,

Your life will be my juice,

I will be able to do it, “There’s nothing to lose”



You will be my next victim by fate,

When this letter gets to you; “It’ll already be too late!”

So, watch out onto your door,

Soon, you will be lying on the floor



I’ll make the light go off your eyes,

Soon, you will be feeding mice,

The ungrateful day you saw me walk,

Is the cause of your death; “I hated hearing you talk!”

 

[Shadowolf]

...From a Psychopath

…From a Psychopath



I have to make a kind confession,

Regret is already increasing my tension,

I just…”can’t take it anymore!”

In my head, words turn into an almighty roar



The innocent police weren’t aware,

Of my wicked game and killing affair,

It was such a prefect crime,

That anyone would pay a dime



Such a piece of art to admire!

“No! It was part of my simple desire”

They just felt the unholy wrath,

Coming down…from a psychopath!



I now feel a pain I don’t want to admit,

I makes me just want to quit,

“Why? Oh why? I had to do that!”

It drills my mind; I’m a caged rat!



But now, I can sit to think,

Maybe have some coffee to drink,

It’s a topic I would never touch,

For I am such a terrible roach!



I want to search for redemption,

But I will always fall onto temptation,

For my next thought, I will wrap myself with a chain,

To prevent myself from throwing my life off the drain



I will try not to unleash my wrath,

Sprouting outwards…from a psychopath!

I am insane and seek for a cure,

Fir this abomination I use as a lure



Time rolls on and smacks my face,

I just realized I am human in race,

And the only thing I can remember,

Is that December in which I managed to dismember



For all that I know, I have been caught,

I came down my room; so calmly I sat down; never tried to fight; never fought,

Now, I putrefy deep inside an iron cell,

“It’s the best! I don’t want to be the reason for all people to go down to hell!”