Raindrops falling on my head,
Grandma had driven me out,
thinks I should grow up, go out
Find some girl and maybe wed.
But that's not me
I just want to play my guitar instead
The only thing I left home with
With it I'm going to make bread.
I had been walking for hours down this highway.
Noone dared picking me up
Fear of The Unknown man.
Soaked with rain.
Finally, a red car stopped,
Driver was a woman.
She had no fear, with her long perfect hair.
I entered her red car.
She said, "hello", I said, "hi"
And told her how much I loved her smile.
Liyah she said was her name,
And I told her mine, Darryl Issachar Edom.
My handsome face won her over
She told me her story, and how she was running away from her lover
I told her my story and how my father's mother wanted me to find myself a lover.
I told her japes and made her laugh.
She was a beauty. I am going to plant in her my seed
And make love to her like Noone ever did.
We came to a stop,
a solitary place.
We smoked weed as we talked.
She was excited, she spoke with a fast pace.
The right time for me to make my move
I went in for a kiss
But she slapped me
She only wanted to smoke her weed
My hands were on her legs
She started shouting at me,
"Asshole! Fucker! Go home and jerk off!"
Just then I snapped, my humanity turned off.
Anger from nowhere.
My hands, my huge hands
Went to her throat and started squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.
She started fighting for her life
Scratching me, begging me, I even heard her say she'd gladly share her sex with me.
I tensed my hands more.
She already said no to me.
She was sweating, I was sweating.
She was dying, I had an erection
Her beautiful eyes looked at me, pleading.
I just could not stop
Her face went pale
This is my first kill...
I killed a girl and I loved it
But what would the law do, if they find me,
What have I done?
Where should I go?
Where should I run?
Then the thought came.
I took off all my clothes
I started cutting
I cut all her fingers and toes
Her hair and soles.
I cut her head and legs and hands.
Blood everywhere, her entrails fell out
I threw her body parts at different places
For when they come seeking her out.
I torched her car, left it in flames.
I cleaned up, dressed up
And with my guitar on my back,
The only thing I left home with.
I left her behind, I didn't say goodbye, she didn't give me her number
but she said her name was Liyah,
And I know I was her first love.
And she, she was my first kill.
I am sorry Liyah.
I Am Sorry.
YOU ARE READING
The Tales Of D.I.E
PoetryA morbid story about a serial killer and his guitar. written peotically. The tales tell of the people he kills and why, and also the justice he finally meets. I am sorry. ENJOY. Darryl Issachar Edom.