Serial Killer

Murder is the drug, the ritual, the orgasm;
I stalk the streets, a hunter on the scent,
Driven by some force I cannot comprehend.
I am the grinning skull beneath the mask,
Moving among you, in secret, unsuspected,
Your nemesis, invisible in the crowd.
You, perhaps, are the one I am seeking,
You, perhaps, possess what I most need.

Plotting, stalking, cornering the victim,
Springing the trap with animal relish,
I feast on the agony, the terror,
Then disappear again into your mind.
Send out your dogs, your police, to catch me,
I will taunt them and lead them astray.
My mission is no man’s to hinder,
As God is my witness, my employer,

I live from one werewolf moon to the next,
A travelling player born to the stage,
Rehearsing my fated role over and over.
Time slows; sounds and colours intensify;
Odours excite me; my skin is on fire;
I am changing, melting, it is starting again.
Soon I must consummate this dread lust;
The order is given. I must obey.

Primed for action, I await the signal;
A certain face, a certain voice, a certain air,
That begs to be seduced and conquered,
Longing for my gift, my healing touch.
God wants to see them writhe and plead,
To savour the terrors of hell in their eyes.
He needs their blood to make him stronger,
Their sacrifice to satisfy his pride.

That moment of triumph, when the prey
Goes still in my hands, a perfect work of art;
Revelation ignites me, a pillar of fire,
I am fearless, invincible, whole.
The demons cannot hurt me any more.
All the anguish is turned to bliss.
But no, too soon the fire is all ash,
The angel falls screaming into the abyss.

I am damned, dismembered, alone, no escape.
Can no one reach me, heal me, and love me?
That which I try to kill is killing me,
The pain within, the blank face in the mirror,
That lost unhappy child with no friends,
Who started fires just to watch the flames
And skinned his pets alive for pleasure,
To see what madness throbbed beneath.

Catch me, I beg you, make me confess,
Skin me alive, make me suffer, make me feel,
Exorcize me with your grimoire.
My magic does not work any more.
I cannot breathe here among the dead,
The earth is cracking, the stars imploding…
Reach out, take my hand and save me,
Release me from this bad dream.