escapril

from a different perspective: deprication of the self

infatuation
killing girls like i owe it to them
playing god
like a super villain
if god is dead
then where is satan? 
the self
is an illusion
i am more than a deity
i'm your patron saint of piety
always have been
can't you smell it on my skin?
the utter filth of it
gunked into the cracks
between me and her and her flesh and my teeth
and i can hear the cops coming
and her body is so still already
and the romanticization of this
is enough to keep people like me going
but hey
it was this society that crafted such a creature
and you
you live here too

a/n: god, serial killers are such pretentious woman-haters.