lanaia74

I am a very sick man, as I am addicted to killing and to the blood
Looking at me you would never fear me
But my soul is tarnished, my aura is probably the color of mud
The devil takes control of me at times, see.

I have no trouble attracting the victims that I seek
I use all kind of ploys, to get my victims, exactly where I want them
At times, I act like I have a broken leg, I try to look so vulnerable and weak
Attracting then to my car, so I can fulfil my sick sick whim.

Sometimes, I impersonate a policeman
Gaining the trust of those I intend to kill
I choose my victims throughout the land
But see, no one knows I am mentally ill


I have been told how suave and wonderful, I can be
Sometimes just inviting college girls just to come with me
Most of my victims I bind, that way they can not flee
Its not the lust of sex, it is the feeling I get when I kill, see.

My unquenchable murderous thirst finally got the best of me
Taking total control, mind, body, and soul, see
When I got caught, it was a must for society, see
Over zealous was I, to get caught because my name is Ted Bundy.

TheBlackPoet

now.. i dont think this was written by Ted... but... it is chilling.... to think... that someone would think enough to want to write about the thoughts of a serial killer in such detail....

still... this IS the nature of poetry... and i enjoyed it

nomadicrhymer

hmmm...kinda gross...kinda entertaining...not sure how I feel about this one! I almost feel like I continued to read it against my will...talk about sick fascination!!

Nomad

TheBlackPoet

haha!!!!! NOMAD!!!