Serial Killer…

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Blood drips down,
The naked blade.
Yet with time,
The memories fade.

Soaked in red,
Echoes galore.
Incandescent rage,
Glories in gore.

Treachery and deceit,
Insanity weaves.
A pattern of violence,
Rewinds, repeats.

A prisoner of mind,
This creature of night.
Trolls the streets,
Killing the blight.

In its reason,
It’s justified.
Broken be the rules,
Or crowds petrified.

Yet with time,
The memories fade.
With every fresh kill,
The promise affirmed, made.

A merciless catalog,
This book of dead.
Deeds of the deranged
Chilly notes of dread.

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Life in Binary…

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A keen sense of loss,
Intense is the desolation,
Dreary seems the world,
I’m going through the motions.

The motions that are necessary,
If you want to call yourself alive,
Though I do wonder what use is life,
When it’s just meant for pain and strife.

Or is one meant to,
Conquer all and emerge a hero?
What use is such analysis,
If the only denominator is zero?

The zero that begets infinity,
An infinity of life and death,
And whatever goes in between,
A recurring chain of binary!

All human lives and actions,
Replaced with zero and one,
That I see no exceptions,
Similar patterns, unique none!

Now I see the code of life,
Everything is suddenly clear,
There’s no pain or strife anymore
Only the path to action!