Bonus Cut Poetry: “#maniac” By That Sweatpants Kid

shadow

This is Bonus Cut Poetry, a series that features original poems by Bonus Cut staff, artists and YOU! In this series, our mission is to bring people together in poetry, share stories and display wonderful artistic pieces. If you would like to have your poems in the next Bonus Cut Poetry installment, just email us at bonuscut@gmail.com

This installment features Bonus Cut’s own That Sweatpants Kid

#maniac

By: That Sweatpants Kid

I am the hunter…
I am the creep…
I am the bastard that knocks on your window and doesn’t let you sleep…
The embodiment of the skeletons in your closet…
Take a closer look under your bed…
I am the image that haunts your frantic dreams…
So engulfed with the memories of your crime of passion…
Asking yourself “why is this happening to me”?
I am here to make sure you never forget the secret you never wanted to keep…
How can I be so considerate…
When they only asked that you set them free…
Such a taste for blood and a lust for revenge…
It’s such a lonely and dark place to be…
I’m here to make it right by taking
three lefts…
Now I’m turning onto the corner and can see the black Lex…
The one in which you drove off when you left their bodies with soulless eyes…
As if the last thing they saw had left them vexed…
And because you were so desperate I’ll make sure you never see what’s coming next…
This isn’t a story of how it all began…
It isn’t a memoir of bitter sweet revenge…
It is a desire to rid the world of what I can’t prevent…
The crimes of violence I wish to avenge…
No matter what good I do and how much blood I’ve shed…
The massive amounts of blood on my blade the thirst it could not quench…
The satisfaction and the feeling that followed was never regret…
The hatred I have for those like you…
It’s a matter of pretense…
To get close enough…
Until your throat I can clench…
As you prepare for your next move…
As you prepare for your next kill…
I have already unlocked your door…
And I’m excited from the thrill…
I walk into your home as my heart rate begins racing…
Yours declines from the lag of the vodka you’ve been drinking…
You satisfy your thirst with no chasing…
I grab the pillow from underneath your drunken oasis…
I suffocate your nightmares away with the memories of their faces…
I’ve slain another beast and covered my traces…
Only thing left to do is wait for the people to sing my praises…
A monster killing a beast is something the public embraces…
He’s made a powerful statement…
The identities of the bodies are no longer faceless…
But the face of their hero will always remain…nameless…

Advertisements
Tagged , , , , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: