The Tales Of D.I.E

I Am Evil Incarnate

The golden sunlight fell upon me,

as I reminisce my glory.

I killed a girl and cut her to pieces,

Just because she did not want me.

She said her name was Liyah.

I sat at the back of the bar

Drinking my cider slowly,

My guitar standing beside me.

I wished upon Nobody

my company.

I am evil incarnate,

My mind a cacophony.

But then I saw her

She was eying me

Her eyes as beautiful as poetry

but as cold as cold could be.

I smiled at her, but she never smiled back at me

oh, why didn't she? Why didn't she?

If only she knew the monster I could be,

She will not only smile to me, but share her sex with me, marry me, mother my daughters and sons for me.

And make my grandma's wishes true.

I have killed once, and dying to kill again,

Satisfy myself in feminine screams and pain.

And she will be and she will be.

She left the bar in an hour or two

I lurked behind her, unseen

Blue on blue,

an invisible shadow even in plain view.

She entered her house,

forgot to close the door.

How careless, how careless,

and for that she must suffer more.

I entered her house.

I closed the door.

She was walking around the kitchen

When she saw me

Shocked and scared and fearful

"Shhhhhhhh" I whispered to her

and showed her my knife

She was petrified, afraid for her life.

I smiled and asked her name

"Emily" she said trembling,

And I told her mine, Darryl Issachar Edom.

And I told her why I'd come

To make her smile

To make her a little more friendly

a little bit warm.

I tied her to a chair

Sewed her pink lips together

And promised not to kill her

If and only if she screamed her name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

She mumbled and mumbled

Tears running down her eyes

She was in pain

But finally she screamed,

"EMILY!!!!"

the threads cut

Blood everywhere.

I laughed and laughed and laughed

She begged and begged and begged

I killed her anyway

but first I cut a smile upon her lips

Smile my dear, smile,

just a friendly tip.

Fifty-nine times,  I stabbed her chest

I loved the way they burst,

Her lovely lovely breasts

The way she screamed

I almost stopped

But what was the fun in odd numbers

So I went In for the sixtieth

I washed up and dressed up with some male clothes i found,

Torched the house, watched it burn to ground,

and I went on.

I returned to the bar,

I played my guitar

that night.A sad song

Of a lady fair and bright,

Who never smiled.

I called it, "I am sorry Emily."

I am sorry.