Blood trickles
Jagged line
Where you cut
Dot-to-dot
Dissect her organs
With your hands
Imprison her soul
Inside your mind
Cut along the jagged line
It will not break her pale facade
But stain it black and red
Art even though dead
Play the moonlight serenade
With the edge of your silver blade
Ingest the organic retribution
Fulfill your violent apparition
When that's done
Leave her bare
Prisms encase your shattered mind
Blurring all the lines
Silence enters the atmosphere
Calming violent temperament
Awakening smiling faces
No indication of what it encases
Until you kill again
Author notes
Dolce Vita is defined as a luxurious, self-indulgent way of life. Interpret it however you like.
Written May 28th, 2006
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When I read this I see the artistic side of murder...like many others have I am sure...I love this! Strong words...good flow...very deep read!
Good Luck!
BV -
this is a fantastic write. relating murder to art and with such descriptive words was unique and wonderuflly done. The only thing i would possibly suggest is maybe you could make the rhyme scheme more definite, it seems to jump all over. other than that i still love this poem, its great. Keep it up, good luck!! *Jordan**
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This is an amazing poem. Yes serial killers can be beautiful, yes they can have the soul of an artist. (I am glad that you are a neighbour of mine as most serial killers go for random strangers ...).
Loved "Dissect her organs
With your hands
Imprison her soul
Inside your mind"
This says so much about the relationship between the taker and the taken, the lover and the loved, (the gourmet and the raw steak?). Keep writing such wonderful poetry (and if your back yard gets full, there's room under my lawn for a few "leftovers").
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