The discontent
of many men.
The shadow doesn't show.

A phallic shaft,
a candle's wrath.
They both can take a blow.

Searching for
a demon's sword,
buried deep within the snow.

Bleached eye holes,
with dyed insides.
It takes someone to know.

Spinning body,
a serpent's prodigy.
It's quickly beginning to slow.

The pace inside
a serveants eyes,
that now begin to grow.

Buried Thai,
with guts sublime,
She didn't want to go.

Forgive me nots
and goodbye notes,
I've murdered my first Jane Doe.

10/22/2012