Serial Killer Diaries

Come on, take a leap of faith! My gate is open Your will – taken care of No lights, I promise You will rest In pieces Morbid is an image of an amateur suicide An act Your book forbid – You will never be allowed to the Heaven Integrate into my Word of salvation It is written in flesh and blood No limits, no contribution Power of three will be for thee, too I will dissect You to improve The handling of the knife Fillet Mignon I will make To feed the ones who will come, too When all is lost and gone Everyone deserves the last supper and rites Power of three will be for thee, too Power of free? Power of me will help You indeed Power of me is the slicing You need Did cut You open like a helpless worm Apparently there was nothing inside quite worth The meat is poor and so must be the wits And this is why into my book You’ll fit Read between the lines

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Sometimes they seem still angry Wandering furiously around and searching for the revenge Cold hatred in their ravenous eyes Capillaries filled with venomous, putrid blood Some of them look fairly mild As if a favour was granted for only themselves It’s hard to see a good deed In being severely mutilated and gutted Ignorance seems to be a plague Lots of them stubbornly pray But in the end it’s verily the same Incineration, worm food or decay The majority is severely injured Blood yet not clotted, dried Eyes ripped out, hanging on veins Broken limbs, shredded spine Unable to fight the ruthless force Confused, horrified look in the eyes Last tremors of the cooling corpse Air around chills as spirit dies Unable to fight the ruthless, Horrified look in the eyes Of the cooling corpse As the spirit dies This is not a fiction This is not a dream This is not a fragment of imagination This is not a fiction This is not a dream This is something You will see for real I want to tell You my secret now I see the people dead Every now and then I wave them every time Before I secretly bury them

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Overwhelming is the urge for fatality When the prey is wounded, on the ground laying Ending all the suffering and distinct pain But fortunately not all of us are dying My psykhosis (is) demanding More lines for the résumé So the killings can resume I've mastered strangulation Fatal autopsy I perform blindfolded Knots for hanging practically tie themselves Well known are all dissolving chemicals Not so clear is the art of torture Exploring limits of pain tolerance To achieve perfection I need firm hand for abacination Easy for the patient to sit still and wait for darkness Not comparable with efforts for preparation For seemingly simple procedure of burning out eyes Not to mention required stability Both mental and physical ability To be able to control the pressure To be able to maintain the nerve Not to cut the humble thread Which separates the living from the dead For another act try starvation It’s a race against time Will it be a lab rat to survive Or a breakdown for the referee Overwhelming is the urge for another bite Another meat filled with depression So many temptations along the path of torture Killing is easy, I assure I don’t kill for pleasure I am all about efficiency You will not see it until You walk in my shoes Then You will find that time is treasure And You will not kill in vain

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Disturbing news all over the media Someone got injured, left to die Authorities are clueless, audience mad Asking themselves who did it or when or why Suddenly from woods, another corpse (is) discovered Tied to the tree with barbed wire Clothes torn to shreds, so’s the victim’s skin Eyes poked out, teeth covering ground No intentions, no accidents No accidents, no news, no payday Four car crash, on the highway Because of black ice, on a warm summer day Weather can be manipulated Resulting in people mutilated So no more Alteration of the written timeline Human life so short is nugatory Before You can finish a blink of an eye You die and confront the purgatory Which can be arranged right here Providing the madman the tools and motive and target to clear Some sick maniac chasing people with flamethrower Causing fear, panic and chaos, highest ratings delivered will excuse the cause Followed by a mentally challenged pacifist with M20B1 Inadvertently pulling the trigger, releasing the load Breaking news brought by pain Accomplish the aim Whatever the reason, whatever the clause The innocent suffer and so will the mob The ethical question is where is the line between Predefined fate and altered future The actions of one will affect hundred other The one who’s to blame, unpunished remains

Hacking up Your corpse in cold blood There are no mistakes to be made A glance at Your body as it falls apart You won’t be in pain Peeling off your skin for the sole purpose Of revealing the flesh as it interest me Full of curiosity but still nervous My work will be done flawlessly Puzzling to me is your anatomy Thousands of pieces Will have to fit perfectly Practice what You breach Practice makes perfect what you preach Witness my arousal Be aware of my knowledge Can I cut this wire? Where will it lead? Most of this You will not learn in colledge I’ll take notes Why eyes will fill with greed While you lay there and bleed Puzzling to me is your anatomy Thousands of pieces Will have to fit perfectly Unable to perform myectomy The first incision was made in haste There is still so much to learn My alma mater is killing How to correct the mistakes made before? Never underestimate the will to explore Maybe I can better with a rusty chainsaw … ... which proved nothing except for This is just a tool for an expert to perform Hemicorporectomy Unable to perform dermoplasty Nothing seems to fit together Nothing useful left to learn My alma mater is killing

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Six feet under is the place Deep and secure Elysium To rest and rot as normal corpse Feed the worms, enrich the soil Give a curious man something to discover But not today Never unearth the remains You will For crematory and grief Never unearth the remains You will since nothing remains to uncover Growing tensions Stress unresolved Suppressed emotions Threats to the health Major Depressive Disorder Episodic acute, chronic stress Dysthymia, Bipolar disorder Irritability and frustration Anxiety and panic Dizziness and chest pain, acid reflux Nausea, rapid heartbeat, palpitations For all of this fake I’ve got remedy Candle light in the dark Not a thought in a head Soothing new age tones Leading closer to the feeling of the dead This is what I literally offer for the treatment of the weak Mellow bath with nitro-hydrochloric acid

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

You are not my enemy I only take You down due the random of my will No solid reason is needed for a voluntary kill I am the serpent, I am the predator I am what’s coming for You for the sane prosperity Endomorphin level is high The satisfaction of a slaughter Oh heavenly father, are You proud I am Your seed, I am your daughter Total depravity, the Original Sin Is just a harmless fairy-tale for the weak But it’s too late to be afraid when I come I am the real deal Not a bunch of words I am the one who’s going to serve You to the worms You were not my enemy I only took You down due the random of my will No solid reason was needed for a voluntary kill I am the serpent, I am the predator I am what’s coming for You for the sake of prosperity You have a right for a good deed: Die for the better... Born to die nevertheless Satisfied? I know I am

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Suffering to the point where the pain is pleasure is the goal to the following game You take depressed body and soul And modify it with proper tools You will kill Yourself Will You kill Yourself? The only solution to the pain Is the outcome of my deeds You will not necessarily enjoy I know, You're not the first You will kill Yourself Will You kill Yourself? I will show what this game is all about Knife goes in, guts come out You will see my archness’ full extent When You’re torn inside out Prepare the tools No need for disinfection I will cut You to the perfection I will show what this game is all about Knife goes in, guts come out You will see my archness’ full extent When You’re torn (inside out) I’ve had my fun The level’s achieved Put all the pieces of flesh together, sew up Seal all the wounds Electrocute back to life to suffer afresh Prepare the tools You need another session I will cut You to the perfection Suffering... to the point where the pain is pleasure is the goal to the following game You take depressed body and soul And modify it with proper tools You will kill Yourself Will You kill Yourself? It is easy to follow the rules You know the game: Knife goes in, guts come out

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Through the aisles of the dead I walk Taken down with care and thought And assorted This is a warehouse of flesh You’re welcome To stay and become New items in my collection Of human spare parts Wake up, breathe in and smell the putrid air Reeks from the miserable ones yet not very dead Eliminate Purify Get online. Log in. Search “People I may know”. Add Friend. Like. Post comment. Meet. Execute. This is not assassination This is pure mercy Thank me You will be another item In my collection Thank You Eliminate deficiency of fresh blood Purify the breed from the indolent Drag to the keep Mutilate first Explain later We have something in common Let me introduce You to a couple of my friends This is mister pain, You know Just how much it hurts when You understand at last There is no regret in my stone cold heart When I rush You to the cure: Drain the blood and then dismantle I assure You will not suffer ... much ... no ... no ... Yes, I will kill You, too Purify Eliminate Through the aisles of the dead I walk With a blade in a hand and the head in another Entrails will go to aisle Four All the blood and the mess does not bother Just makes me want for some more Add more friends. Meet. Drag Down and show that This is where I hold my stash This is a warehouse of flesh You’re welcome

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

I never forgot the victim number twelve hundred sixty four on table seven More numbers I perceive more and more I need to kill the box is full of fingers and toes And then again when awakens my will The streams of eternity call for the hour of plead And then again when awakens my will I count the heads of eleven... ...exactly nine hundred and five I need Don’t talk kill all The knowledge acquired from medium, moulded minds The numbers are flawless, the numbers are always The key to the unknown But this is merely close to importance of Twelve hundred and sixty four For the equation spread wide open on the floor Constructed of variety of guts and blood This is the moment I knew I’m totally out of the ink So close to the ambient answer Next one from the pile I take Your fear rises, more strength I will gain Please open your eyes and feel and see How I skin your skin and heal Your desolate, desperate, pleading soul full of numberless pain And when the day passes by another Figure arrives like forty-one other You do not need to calculate anything else I already know the answer for everything I only will need You tormented, gutted and severed Completing the vital formula, yet to improved And then again when weakens my will The numbers shall recreate vision of near perfect score And then again when there’s nothing to kill New chapter begins with a look at the severed victims of 12 100 and 64

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

So, You’re dead And I don’t freaking care The given peace and tranquillity You should enjoy Less fortunate suffer the day While You “unwind” I’ve killed so much it’s becoming routine To kill the routine ... ... I dig holes Obsessed with numbers, I will find You a perfect spot Aligned with Orion and Sirius Along with others You will make a pattern in centuries The bones will last but my idea, it will not It will puzzle the scientists When they indeed will dig a hole by themselves It seems to reveal The ancient burial ground of the culture They never knew of Deciphering the geometry and considering The fact that nothing else but bones were found Theory of spiritual reincarnation Through interstellar wormhole travel is born As everything seems to be fitting together Millions believe and will follow Committing mass suicide Since everything seems better in non-material afterlife So, You’re all dead ... I accomplished my goal to get rid of the dull Which means I’m all alone, bored once again They say God works in mysterious ways That’s true, I’ll rebuild in seven days Guess, why...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025