The knife, leaves her live ended in strife

Resembling a hive, casting yet another dive in the abyss

Her wish to receive love’s kiss was given

The price, was to abandon the living

Temped by fame, jewelry and a beauty unknown

She followed a name, Gucci, worn by a man alone

Taken to a place where his face left no trace of peace

A murder case, a slow pace as she came to decease

He tied her to a pipe, and beat her with his fists

He punctured her with needles, no organ was missed

He cut off her nipples, her nose, her clit

Exquisite pain, unable to die from it

 He ensured she lived through, experience it all

He endured as he watched her heart rate fall

The ending is the best, his emotions are heart meant

One breath is left, he views to his soul’s content

She dies, and in his mind never has a bond been so true

As he kisses her forehead and whispers “I love you”

…

A serial killer unlike any other

Treated correctly by his father and mother

No desire wasn’t met, a spoiled little brat

His bank account never went below real fat

He has everything his heart desires and more

And it isn’t because he is rotten to the core

That he goes out and kills, tortures and maims

Or tattoos their names on his body for fame

No, for him it’s the beauty of sharing

For him its tranquility in the essence of caring

For one who has it all, there is but one call

To simply have a ball, and linger until the end does fall

Does not do it for the kick, he is not a addict

Public considers him sick, but they can suck his dick

He hates those who live life like he does

Have the world in their palms for no just cause

Envies those who have what he does not

Feels they should share or simply stop

His jealousy runs undeniably deep

But his passion for this emotion is equally steep

As he adores those who have the eternal sleep