Not Another Serial Killer

What's my fascination with the dead? Time after time, it's in my head

Thought I'd investigate these darkened thoughts, this time far away from the courts

A nagging voice in my core, no, no, no - this is just metaphor

We seem to strain our minds inside, the blackened abyss of rape and hide

What's our solution for the countless dead?

Let's put them all in a park, maybe they'll come back when it's dark


Why am I here again, another rendevous when the pen

To sort out this philosophical question, and quell inside the Socratic congestion

It's here you'll find monster gleaming, a god alone while I am dreaming

There it's far too tempting for the human tongue; the braised entrails of the young

This my friend is what I call fun, not a world of twilight glum


I grin as my victims let me in; rushing adrenaline; murdered kin

I have no way to express my views, already my friend is in the news

Of the human mind and its concept of death, why can't we get it off our chest?

Who am I to assume you're struggling, with this strange world of the buggering

It seems my friend we are yet to find, a way to keep this conversation kind

In time you'll see I'm just trying to address, a critical problem in this mess

How can you live a life so managable, while death stalks, and yet you're intangible

So I do it to keep on exploring, a endless mazing of open dooring

I want to see what it is that is inside, that makes you smile and hate the vile

Yes my friend you'll see in time, don't you know you are divine?

So wait let's just do this again, pull the trigger and fight other men

Waste a mind not even discovered, leave the child brain choked and smothered

What a great plan, said Dan, let's finish off the Indican, we can

But so it goes and I'm not lying, it's just so fun to see you dying

If I murder enough tonight, they'll stop the quarrel out of fright


Through and through my life is thrilling, my occupation is simply killing

But inside Inside I'm likened to a baby squealing, as a coat of skin is peeling

Though really the fear of death is just a laugh; I dropped my toaster in the bath

Just so you could see the sparks, shoot out my mouth and break in half


Okay now I'm just trying to impress you, but in the hospital they'll have to dress you

I had so much fun tonight while we were talking, but I thought your eyeball needed forking