DADDY, WHY DOES GOD HATE ME blood dripping from my wrists scars engraving on my fists flashes of my skin being nailed to wood flashing images of a skeleton in a hood hes holding an hour glass and saying tick tock im only 6 years old how could time run out on my clock? my spine is twisted in a knot so bad i cannot stand or walk cancer is eating alive my brain doctors say 2 more months and ill be insane i feel like thorns are wrapped around my head and nails are piercing my back as i lay in bed what did i do to deserve this im so young how could something happen to an only son my mom cannot have kids anymore i tore apart her tummy I left blisters and sores a falling star is on my rosey red cheek though its upside down im sure itll grant my wish this week a man in black with a white collar saw me today he said God hated me and i should be in my grave there are these voices in the back of my head they say many bad words and that i need to be dead they tell me to touch myself tho my privates are scarred uncle roy did that after he came home late from a bar i heard a story about an invisible man named Christ no matter the problem he always made it right so i asked him for the preacher to stop hitting me with a belt then a voice from the shadows said "your far beyond his help" so now i turn to my fathers wisdom and charm he can always help me when hes not sticking needles in his arm so when it got late and i started to bleed i crawled over to him and asked "daddy, why does god hate me?" and he said boy let me tell you, you dont fit in his plan he doesnt have use for you,you fell from his hand if he ever needed a cripple he'd shoot the rich in the spine you are just meant to crawl and die, speaking of which,its bedtime now i pick you up and hook you up to the wires that kill your living cells now i tuck you in and say goodnight now say your prayers and go to hell THE JIGSAW CHILD It's in the afternoon and the children eat their lunch they don't care for their classes don't care for them that much I hear a loud scream it sounds like thunder They are unaware to the danger they're under then out of the smoke comes a child in a coat he's got a gun in his hand and blood around his throat I see them run through the halls i see them run into the rooms theres no use in running the reaper will get you soon Babies dying and the grown man crying all through the halls you see teachers hiding the five year old didn't choose but he's still gonna lose never gets to be in love never gets to be a fool oh Jeremy what have you become oh Jeremy is your God a gun? oh Jeremy oh Jeremy you've sold your soul to the dead one you hear a loud crash as the children run past you thought you'd live forever now he's here at last this bloodstained hand can't clean the other hand your tortured mind is under the devil's command this body you need to cleanse,this mind that's full of sin jigsaw child put yourself back together again he grips the trigger warmly then he takes aim its hard to live a good life when you got lead on the brain the beautiful people,the popular people never loved me the accepted people,the qualified people never saw me he was never too educated he was never to bright he was always so dark but he'll let you see the light this gun in your face a flash bomb and mace oh jeremy you're scattered all over the place a bullet in the brain society is to blame it's their fault they gave me this name this body you need to cleanse, this mind that's full of sin jigsaw child put yourself back together again take your final stand take the final bow break the silence with one great sound oh jeremy you said oh jeremy you read make a joyful noise unto the lord like a good book said now answer me this, do you believe in God before you die? you stare into my eyes and you do not lie you say yes and i ask you.....why???? WORDS OF A SERIAL KILLER day by day i think of your face such a beautiful face indeed the milky white skin,those glowing blue eyes,that golden blonde hair upon a night like tonight you appear to glow as if god is letting me know there are angels living on earth such a dark obsession i have for you my love following you each and every day hiding in the shadows waiting outside your door ever so quiet never to make a sound or be seen thinking perverse thoughts that are so sickening to my stomach like a wicked succubi you have tainted me how can i look at another let alone fall in love with your taunting existence mocking me with your beauty out on the dirt roads,out in the mountains this radiant and glowing angel lives deep within i shall rid myself of her, and the memories which there lie late late into the night i wait,never trembling,never flinching waiting for her to awake from what most be wondrous dreams of heaven heaven,for a paradise i shall never see nor do i even dream as sure as i am that the sun shall rise from the east as the moon sets to the west this temptress,this mistress of madness shall meet her fate here with me she steps out onto the porch under the pale fading moons light out from the darkness,the blinding night i charge towards her with my blades i begin slashing at her torso with my ever steady hand i grab her by the throat squeezing so tightly she cant even let out her screams this is the first time she has seen my face,and i dare not look into her eyes i am afraid i may see my reflection in her tear filled sockets see the man i have become,see the man that fell in love as the early sun rises the light hits her blood it reflects from the ground into my tired eyes such brilliant vermillion as my arms grow tiring,it seems her death was conspiring conspiring,to see our worlds expiring as i stand over your beatin,bloody,beautiful body i hesitate to smile,but i cant help myself nevermore to laugh,nevermore to cry nevermore to live,nevermore to lie clinching my dripping blade i walk away feeling the emotions of what i have done what i had created and what i had become the overwhelming finality of it all the power i felt,the triumph,the pleasure when i was killing you and watching you die i have never felt more..... alive DEAD LOVE i read the obituary but not for the reason their for im just looking for a lady to take on the dance floor i see her laying there wrapped in leather i unzip the bag and shes as blue as a birds feather i put on her face a porcelain mask to cover all the decay and i filled the gunshot wounds in her chest with pinkish clay through this cold morgue we waltz and we dance your formaldehyde perfume seems to be attracting rats we waltz back to my place where i throw you on my bed closing my eyes trying to imagine your not dead i put my hands on your skin, your so cold to the touch some say im a necrophiliac madman but im just consumed by lust i dress you up in my mothers purple panties and night gown are you the strong silent type?cause you havent made a sound just think if it wasnt for me you'd be in the ground and inside your oak or pine coffin you'd be bound our local dullards might look down on me and frown but they know im the best mortician in town now through this cold morgue again we waltz oh dear my darling, i believe your head just fell off WHY MOMMY HATES YOU mommy hates you when your mad mommy hates you when your sad mommy hates you when you smile mommy has hated you for a while mommy hates you when your blue mommy hates the shit you put her through mommy hates you when you cry mommy hates that your alive mommy hates you when you don't go to bed mommy hates you even if you were dead mommy hates you when you play with yourself mommy wishes you'd play with somebody else mommy hates you when you don't leave mommy hates you when you breathe mommy hates you because your you mommy wishes she had stabbed you with a cloths hangar while you were in the womb
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