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