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The Serial Killers - dark poems to chill the heart
Killing For Company I sit here alone in prison I write down my thoughts as a historical record I know I killed people but I was driven to it I guess you might call it killing for company As a child I was something of a misfit I came from a strictly religious family My mother died young and I was brought up by my grandmother I was told that to sin was a wicked act And that God punished sinners I was brought up to believe that homosexuality was a sin It seems to be that God played a cruel trick on me As I grew up I started to have homosexual thoughts I felt ashamed but I could not stop my imagination In time I realised that I was homosexual But I had to repress my thoughts I could not reveal my true identity to anyone I left school and for a short time I was unemployed After that I joined the army and learned to kill To deal with the sight of blood without being squeamish After I left the army I became a civil servant I worked for local government in a job centre Helping people to find work and sorting out their benefits At nights I trawled the gay pubs and clubs of London I knew what to look for Lonely people like myself looking for company To start with it was okay but as time past by things became harder It was hard to say goodbye One night I declined so say goodnight I drugged my guest and strangled him to death Now I would always have company In time I had to dispose of the body I used an acid bath The remains were washed down the drains Killing became something of a habit It was also an adrenalin rush Entering into territory most human minds steer clear off It became something of a compulsion One day a neighbour complained about the drains being blocked A plumber came out and discovered my dreadful secret The police were called and I was arrested They found important evidence in my flat And I was subsequently found guilty of multiple murders My face was plastered all over the national press I had achieved certain notoriety One of Britain's most infamous serial killers All I wanted was a normal life But society rejected me All I wanted was love and friendship The ultimate result was that I was found guilty of Killing for Company (This poem is based on an amalgamation of the lives of Jeffrey Dahmer and Dennis Nilsen. Their stories have many similarities) Return to Index Page
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