Serial Pt1
Pain is an afterthought anymore,
The pureness of it so fulfilling,
Not for me but for those I adore,
The wait until the kill thrilling,
Blood oozes from my knife galore,
The nature of the act so chilling,
Crimson red swarms the dark floor,
The end near now dawn is nearing,
Each act causes my rage to soar,
The police are close how trifling,
Throwing caution out the door,
The next victim my true calling,
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