Mischief Not Managed

Who am I?

They call me Mischief;

 I walk down your streets,

But I'm not a creep.

Life for me isn't easy,

But you will never see me weep.

I find a gal or guy,

Big or small in size,

Willing to connive

With our hungry ways.

But mustn't back down or deny,

For it is simply do or die.

"Mischief! Mischief!"

A call, a plead, a cry

From those wishing to conspire,

Yet willing to risk a result dire.

No wimps in this game

Or else we'll bestow you with shame.

Aiden Burns,  the name of a loser.

No? the apple of various eyes,

Prom king, no one greater.

Pretty face AND intelligence of which unheard?!

Ruby was just better,

Stomping on him like a motherfucker.

Too many drinks

To ease his hollow pain

Problem solved! [that's what he thinks.]

Momma tries to intervene,

"Honey, do you need anything?"

"Fuck you, crazy Bitch!"

Sadistic he becomes;

I want part of this shit!

Every night, craving to hit.

He can't get enough;

Momma and  Annie bruised and cut.

Family issues much?

"Mischief! Mischief!" he calls me.

"My request is simply keen;

Take her where no one will be,

Like my pet, make her heavy.

I skin the bitch, you'll see

Dump her in a ditch in victory!"

A sickened mind,

A maniac now all the time.

Plan, plan, plan!

Where will we hide?

How long 'til she dies?

He's one of a kind...

He explains all.

She'll get a call.

"I miss you, baby."

Into my trap she falls

Bang! waking up around walls

Months, years my slave will crawl!

His talent, baking:

Cookies, brownies, pie

With a little something inside;

Only enough to make her high!

And her hips more wide

Softer to the touch of a knife.

"Aiden, relax!"

"You call me Hannibal, low-born ass!"

"Hannibal, remember what I said-"

"Don't worry! Mischief managed!"

But I wasn't, he wasn't well;

He was meant to burn in hell.

Tied up like a hound

gained thirteen pounds;

With his hands of Satan

Throws her to the ground.

Stone carved in shape of her mouth

"Took hours, but you won't make a sound."

Shackles on the wall

For her bloody wrists, ankles and all.

Sanity looks at me, "Can't get in him!"

I look at Conscience; "Got none at all."

We're all appalled

As he begins to take her skin.

"Stop! Manage me!"

Horror through my body.

Pushes 'til there's a slit and blood

"Ruby, love me!"

Tears of love,

Tears of revenge.

Arm, leg, breasts

And the rest

Laid out on the table.

Pink and fleshy on the wall, dead

I scream, he screams

Stabs her eyeballs, "Mischief Managed!"

Takes a chunk of Ruby-

"Hannibal, stop!"

Rips it with his teeth-

"Guilt! Help us! Oh Lord!"

His face bloody,

My mind scarred once more.

My heart races, I can't breathe-

"I'm sorry you died a virgin."

He grabs her fleshy body;

-dying, insides rottening-

He holds her;

-can't let this happen!

Fury and Hatred, Don't hold me back!

I dig my hands, claws in his face,

Bash his head into the ground,

Grab his neck, his face purple.

His eyes go white and veiny;

Disgust with me until he expires

Sirens, sounds of hell

Locked up in a cell

Why me?

"Satan lives in you, son."

Bow my head.

"Mischief not managed."