Repetitions... A serial conviction.

[darkness0within]

Repetitions... A serial conviction. 

It’s funny how the world turns round, 

Each day with repeating sights and sounds, 

You’d think by now I might get bored, 

But to me it’s life, not to be ignored. 

It’s true I have many secrets that I hide, 

But perhaps to you I might confide, 

You see the defecating smell of the streets excites, 

And within me such a hunger it will always ignite. 

To walk amongst you in the streets, 

This night time splendour, with so many treats, 

A gas light symphony in the making, 

For a gentleman you could just be mistaking. 

But now another angel comes to view, 

A precious pearl; I find so few, 

Such propositions so exciting, 

Her common voice seems so enticing.  

Such slender form to me appealing, 

My lust is but one of many feelings, 

But my head so clinical will no doubt win, 

As I am led onward, arm in arm to sin. 

This shocking hovel will for a time suffice, 

My new found friend prepares to make her sacrifice, 

Her naked form to me is now revealed, 

I know that our fates are forever sealed.  

Mine... To be the perpetrator of a crime, 

Remembered like the others for all time, 

Hers... Such death and desolation for the mind, 

A lifeless corpse... For persons unknown to find. 

With scalpel I now write my diary of despair, 

Everyone will know who had been there, 

When they find my calling card within,  

That den of iniquity... That pit of sin. 

Fastidious in all I think and do, 

As you read this I am surely part of you, 

Just a pen stroke separates our times, 

This testament of me, set out in bloody lines. 

Darkness.