You look at me but you don’t see Hiding in here is the real me I smile and nod so pleasantly Surely a gentleman, you think
But deep down inside of me I hide a secret ever darkly So warily it peeks about Then calculates the chances
I’m not like the rest you see You will never catch me Take my time, stalk my prey Then take it when it’s safe to
So many times in past I’ve gone And satisfied all my urges I glory in the power I have To slap you down senseless
To bend your will to my will The rape is just the icing I’m too smart to leave a trace That’s why you’ll never catch me
Forty eight wills I’ve bent Forty eight I’ve raped Now I’m looking for the next My glorious forty ninth
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Read about a serial rapist a while ago ... all the neighbours were so shocked because he seemed so nice and normal ... what beasts lurk beneath the surface
There used to be a radio show called The Shadow back before television. The tag line of the show was "What evil lurks in the heart of man? The Shadow knows." Our society here has so many of these monsters. When I was little I was fascinated by the make believe monsters, Dracula, werewolves, mummies, stuff like that. When you get older you realize these madeup monsters are small potatoes to the real monsters that lurk somewhere outside your door.
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