Killer Poems - Poems about Killer

It was a late Saturday morning, and I was getting my 12-year-old self ready for our weekly summer sand-lot baseball game. I had my ball glove hanging on my bicycle handlebars, two baseballs, and my...Read the rest...

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1ST Revised version NOTHINGYAHOO the psychopathic murdered of 51589. majority been Innocent and God fearing whose souls will testify keeping him in the hell fire FOREVER. Only did his mother know what evil, she would have summon God...Read the rest...

She fulfills my dreams, In her gaze, all I long for— Heaven in her eyes....Read the rest...

Killer love This is ours, a feeling comes from you Yes, but we never met, it was my mistake Yes, everything is my fault, oh English lady I am so sorry, please, please, forgive me I needed love, but there...Read the rest...

It's been ten years since I've been diagnosed with this DISORDER, with that said, it's NOT a DISEASE. As an active kid, I had damaged a minute portion of my TRACHEA which is the wind-pipe,...Read the rest...

Love is a killer Works in my life a serial killer, my heart lives without the blood of wine Blue mercury flows in my veins, my heart is a split consciousness; I die Resurrection is my friend, I...Read the rest...

Freedom hides in me, A barbaric source of madness, Exposed in life to die, Am I too lucid or a dreamer? When the stars shake off the night, And the moon cries on a mountain corner, I carry with silent resignation The...Read the rest...

I'd always wondered, dreamed really, How it all could feel The world awash in currant marble Glistening from my skill I only plan perfectionism; A mind as sharp as ice To put my practice to the test I find my first device Never...Read the rest...

I trapped a fly between a screen and window today ~ grinning evilly ...Read the rest...

Last night together baby, pains my core. One two three four, one two three four. La la la la la, la life is gonna stop. La la la la la, la husk is gonna rot. Festering in my basement,...Read the rest...

cancer survivor eight years with a clean record feeling some relief year nine is a killer year cancer takes body hostage...Read the rest...

She entered the parking lot of my townhome devastated I was after several home invasion my stalker an accomplice after the fact of arson murderer of eight Ciro Gargano the sheer reason the FBI approached me...Read the rest...

There's always a whisper of madness, playing in my brain as I struggle to get loose from it's refrain and the constant pounding me to comply makes me feel quite insane. Disaster brewing behind blue eyes bits...Read the rest...

I didn't know him as a serial not exactly at least not at first even though I'd overheard the plotting of arson from a dim lit restroom searching for tissue only to find several guns rifles...Read the rest...