I promise to leave not one survivor.
I'm a sado-sexual thrill killer
to the investigating profiler.
My victims are picked at random.
Pain and pleasure,
they waltz in tandem.
Perusing the concrete aisles.
Grabbing the first object
that walks my way.
Picking up the closest item
to use on my prey.
Bam!
Bam!
Metallic garbage can,
straight to the head.
Not ideal,
but better than last week's;
an industrial fan.
You were trash.
Jammed in,
with your mouth pried open.
On your forehead,
It read,
feed me more.
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