A Killers Passion

I was bored walking the streets for a meal

Creeping in the shadows hungry for meat

Even the song of a new moon couldn’t excite me

What was my motivation for the kill?

 

No longer having a reason to live

In my absence, the world grew quiet

Cutting up women sector by sector

But it felt like all I did was give and give

 

Where was my love at?

Floating in the air feeling empty inside

Staring at walls listening for voices no longer present

I used to love when the knife penetrated the fat

 

Now my soul grows restless with the hunger

What would drive me to sex the next hot body?

Bathe in her essence in the night rain

A little hot sauce while the sky thunders

 

Maybe the sound of the night’s applause will drive me on

Reheat that passion and awaken the darkness

A willing meat doctor ready to operate

Or maybe that lasting passion is already gone

 

Now I wonder if the world is even missing me

The safety of their streets realizing they missed the excitement

Where is that nervous sensation at the notion of a new moon?

Is Michael Carter just another memory in history?

 

They cared enough to even nickname me

But now, no one even takes caution around shadows

Not worried about your wife being cut in half

Who’s wondering if their daughter’s left bleeding in the street?

 

Is there still a place in the world for a serial lover?

Is loving too hard a crime?

Maybe I’m just no longer in love with the passion

Is there a place in the world where Michael can suffer?

 

If a meat clever could ignite the flame of forking a hot body

I would of already growled while I squeezed her like a tight rope

But with another new moon cycle, I sit in the dark alone

Floating in the air staring at clean stainless hands that look sloppy

©2013 (Michael Carter aka New Moon Killer) Taihair Brown

 

michael carter

Vile

Dracula’s mentor, a curse upon curse’s

The most vile, despicable creature to walk

He sits in the very front of the church

So he can watch the preacher sweat

Dipping his finger into the holy water

Smiles and wipes it on an infants forehead

A detestable creature embracing murder

Stalking under the lifeless new moon, thirsting

The vilest of fiends cower when he hunts

Jack the Rippers role model in the flesh

Devouring the flesh with his mandible

The very extension of his lust manifest

The screams were never heard,

As if they were devoured by the shadows

Drinking in the essence, not speaking a word

If he did, the night sky would shiver

Demons and devils would shrink in fear

No one dares travel down his red river

No place for him in heaven

Even hell closed off its gates

The most sadistic, vile being in creation

This he appreciates, consuming his victims

Neither hell nor heaven shall tame his appetite

If he ever wrote a book,

It would be the most sinister literature

on how to cook an angel hanging from a hook

How to peel its flesh before God without censor

Slowly pluck each and every feather leisurely

Succeeding in making Lucifer jealous

But even he’d be too zealous to turn away

He is the most diseased mind to walk Earth

A living hell with a beating dark heart

The most appalling, most detestable

He is the most vile creature to ever exist….

 

Copyright ©2012 [Michael New Moon Carter]

Killers Song

I’m something of a Ph.D within a mystery
Go ahead and call me Dr. Misery
Watch my heart rate speed up when I peep
I like what I see, stalking on the dark streets
I want to beat your guts up, not sexually
I want to cut you up, that’ll pleasure me
Just relax, it’s the doctors order
That’s a lie……..
When you struggle, it’s hard to grasp your oder
But, I do like the fight for it is thrilling
It’s like a game before I complete the killing
Slick black hair hidden under a reapers hood
Knife in hand to taste your baked “goods”
I hope it’s as good for you as it was for me
What’s better than a moonless night under this tree
As I lay you down to rest and absorb my presence
Any life left as I inhale your essence?
I guess the writings on the ground and the walls
On my knife and shirt as well….
Did God answer your calls?
Maybe it was Satan as you stared into my eyes
All I think about, staring up, is remembering your cries
A satisfied smile on my face remember a favorite tune
Whistling it to myself as I disappear like the moon
I don’t mean to be a bastard, a one night stands all you get
My love was sincere though, left on you covered in blood beset

 

Copyright 2012 [Michael “New Moon” Carter]

Memoirs of A Serial Killer

As the rain slides down my skin
I move through the shadows like a phantom
She never sees me coming
The sheep stops, wipes away the rain
Shadows creep in all around her
Even the rats refuse to come out
Death’s in the air, scent of heaven
I pause time and watch her curves
She walks out of the space
Time flashes forward to my knife
Ripping her flesh, tearing the tissue
Time snaps back into place
She looks back, peeking at shadows
Nothing but air sings in the alley
Love turns and marches on
I arise from the depths of hell
Stalking my prey with keen sight
As I creep ever closer,
raven’s look on taken in by the lust
10 steps, 9 step, 8 steps, 7,6,5,4,3….
I can smell the scent of her perfume…
2,1….The hand grabs her throat
She struggles as I lift her high
The knife finds her rib cage
Slammed against the wall, sniffing her neck
The ecstasy of it all
Her body jerks as she twist and screams
The knife slides ever deeper
She begins to lose her breath
My blade enters in and out
Her body responds in a bloody orgasm
My body tingles with excitment
Back and forth till she ceases all movement
Her body slides and falls
This feeling, I can’t shake it
I stand in the rain embracing it all
The blood mixes with the rain
A mad mans holy water cleansing his spirit
Pure satification, I walk off into the shadows
With a sly grin on my face whistling a tune

Sincerly yours,

Michael Carter

Memoirs of A Serial Killer

As the rain slides down my skin
I move through the shadows like a phantom
She never sees me coming
The sheep stops, wipes away the rain
Shadows creep in all around her
Even the rats refuse to come out
Death’s in the air, scent of heaven
I pause time and watch her curves
She walks out of the space
Time flashes forward to my knife
Ripping her flesh, tearing the tissue
Time snaps back into place
She looks back, peeking at shadows
Nothing but air sings in the alley
Love turns and marches on
I arise from the depths of hell
Stalking my prey with keen sight
As I creep ever closer,
raven’s look on taken in by the lust
10 steps, 9 step, 8 steps, 7,6,5,4,3….
I can smell the scent of her perfume…
2,1….The hand grabs her throat
She struggles as I lift her high
The knife finds her rib cage
Slammed against the wall, sniffing her neck
The ecstasy of it all
Her body jerks as she twist and screams
The knife slides ever deeper
She begins to lose her breath
My blade enters in and out
Her body responds in a bloody orgasm
My body tingles with excitment
Back and forth till she ceases all movement
Her body slides and falls
This feeling, I can’t shake it
I stand in the rain embracing it all
The blood mixes with the rain
A mad mans holy water cleansing his spirit
Pure satification, I walk off into the shadows
With a sly grin on my face whistling a tune

Sincerly yours,

The New Moon Killer