The Tales Of D.I.E

My First Kill's Love

The fragrance from the flowers

Could not soothe me.

My thoughts were hunted by her

the lady with no fear.

The way she had scream in her car

Broken, I had made her learn to fear.

I burnt her alive, a stupid mistake,

Her in her fiery pain,

Had made my heart learn to feel again.

Veniva, she said when I had ask her name.

The park was quiet today,

mid afternoon.

As I sat by the bed of roses,

I closed my eyes and began to pray,

Asking the forgiving lord for my salvation

I needed to stop these killings

I needed to end my addiction.

When I opened my eyes, I saw her.

An angel, an angel, an angel.

She had the saddest face ever.

She sat by me, crossed her legs and began to speak.

Why did she choose me? Why?

I looked at her,

Her hair was black

Her lips were red

She had a scar above her eye,

Her lovely lovely eyes.

She told me her name was Iris,

I did not tell her mine.

She continued,

She asked if I had seen her lover

Who she was searching for,

she handed me a picture,

This lovely smile.

I had seen this face before.

My first kill, I was her first love,

She had told me her name was Liyah

But never told me her love was another woman.

Then and then I told Iris my name,Darryl Issachar Edom.

I could sense the sorrow in her voice,

God had sent her to me.

To end her pain,

to send her to her lover again,

the one who I had wanted,

the same one who I had slain.

As I looked in the distance,

Thanking God for this deliverance.

She started telling me of her fears,

My gentle face had won her over.

"A killer," she said, " is on the loose, killing girls. Noone knows his face, but his gruesome tales are all over the news."

If only she knew who I was.

I followed her back to her motel,

Entered her room through the window. Unseen

Hid in her closet, as she took a shower.

After, she layed in bed, looking at some pictures.

She missed her lover.

In a while, she fell asleep.

Then I came out of the closet,

Knife in hand.

She was even more beautiful as she layed asleep,

She had no clothes on, save for her pants,

She had the loveliest teats,

And Liyah was written on her chest,

With a blade or maybe something else.

I placed the knife on her throat and my lips on hers.

I needed to make this quick.

She opened her eyes, she was about to fight me off and scream.

But I shoved the knife in.

Twisted it and turned it,

As I suck her red lips.

The kiss of death.

There was blood in her mouth,

And mine.

Tears ran from her eyes,

And mine.

Confusion on her face.

If only she knew me,

And my reason for killing her,

She would take this in with a warm embrace.

She was my salvation

I was to end her misery

Send her back to her lover

Who she was searching for

Who had been running away from her

When we met.

Her eyes became darker

As the life left her

I felt her peace

And I whispered to her,"I am sorry Iris"

I am sorry.