A boy's first adventure is one he'll never forget. A boy's first is the one before he knows what's coming next. He starts out subtly like any normal boy would, until that is he's alone with her then you know what's good. He watches girl carefully just spotting those wide blue eyes through the crowd, that's when the adventure begins. Just eyes finding each other from across the way, inching closer and closer until he finds something to say. Only a sentence or two perhaps three until the boy gets the chance to fefil his dreams, she takes his hand and he whisks her away to get her alone but not for what it may seem. He takes her back to his place, a dark quiet room is all she sees. He approaches her carefully in the darkness where he bounds and gags her so gently, her tears slip down her cheeks effortlessly as he wipes them away immediately. A boy's first adventure must be enjoyed to the fullest extent, now every party must be held accountable to repent. He takes vigor in cutting off her dress, careful not to cut her soft skin not quite yet. He holds his knife steady in his firm hand as he presses it against her jugular vein instantly causing girl to cry out in pain. He smiles at the sweet sound of her tiny helpless whimpers as he shushes her, placing a finger gently to her pink shivering lips preparing himself for his first murder. A boy's first is one he'll never forget as he slides his knife slowly across her soft neck watching in adoration as she gurgles and gasps, how beautiful the sounds are as he stabs her repeatedly in the back. A boy's first adventure is always the best.
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A Killer's Tale
Poesíapoetry inspired by serial killers everywhere such as The Zodiac, H.H. Holmes, Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, Ed Gein, Jack the ripper, Aileen Wuornos, John Bunting, and myself (in correct lighting of course)
