• twelfthpoet 20w

    Serial killer

    (Verse 1)

    Shhhh, come down to the basement, it's where I hide all the things I think are best left unsaid and shaded. If you look under the stairs you'll find a stack of bodies, carefully eviscerated. Cause I'm a master of the art of beautiful butchery, I'll kill you with a smile and leave your corpse carefully arranged with flowers and a little piece of poetry. And when you die you wonder why you spent all your time screaming, when honestly all it did make your death even more painful. Buts that's the past now it's time to pass on to your new home.

    (Chorus)

    Welcome to the mind of a messed up child, one who spends his days carving out smiles. He won't let you downstairs unless you annoy him though, just stay inside his good books and the screams will you know.

    (Verse 2)

    Turn now to the main part of this basement of mine, it's where I make movies of all of my crimes. Documenting murder for when I am finally tried. Cause I don't mind incarceration if they let me keep some of my toys, I'll need something the carve out smiles into all of my joints. I don't care for fakeness of feelings these days, just trying to make people feel something real again. You see I can't feel pain, but I do feel remorse, I'm sorry I couldn't find a way to hurt them all more.

    (Chorus)

    Welcome to the mind of a messed up child, one who spends his days carving out smiles. He won't let you downstairs unless you annoy him though, just stay inside his good books and the screams will you know.

    (Bridge)

    I will lead you to the corner where I keep all of my notes, each notebook contains my rambling journals. You can see my feelings expressed on the page, and in the rest of the room you can see how I've expressed my rage.

    (Chorus)

    Welcome to the mind of a messed up child, one who spends his days carving out smiles. He won't let you downstairs unless you annoy him though, just stay inside his good books and the screams will you know.
    ©twelfthpoet