Mercy is not a part of me, soul is burned, but that’s not how deep it gets <br />A killer in every sense of the word, maybe even a serial killer, I guess the shoes fit <br />I have left bodies drenched in blood, leaving you bleeding with your ancestors <br />Your family would never be at peace, like souls, victims of child molesters <br />In my mind, I fall eternally into the dark space where I dance with the devil <br />I am no angel who heals wounds by any means or with alcohol <br />Rather drain your body in bathroom stalls, I am sick not mentality there <br />Mentally ill I am not looking for remorse, just wish I had a life that was fair <br />Wish my life ended, or I was burned literally with a torch <br />But here on forth, I cleanse my dirty hands, wiped off the dry blood <br />Too late, picked up by police and I sung like a bird <br />Came to find I was only picked up because of a lot of bad tickets <br />The cameras of the media took lovely flicks of me getting handed life <br />Now I lay in this shallow bed, with killers like me and rapist reside <br />Couldn’t take it inside, I slit my own atom apple out <br />World saved from this demon…I deserved it <br />Don’t kill, especially if you don’t have the nerves for it<br /><br />Leland Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-epic-chronicles-serial-killer/
