Friday, November 13, 2009

Dramatic Monologue: Victim Fourteen

Victim Fourteen

You must believe this wasn’t my intent
But at this point, it’s useless to repent
And although to most I’ve remained unseen,
Right now, I’m murdering victim fourteen.

I’ll tell you why I committed my first
‘Cause by no means could I call that my worst
No, that one was tame, compared to the rest
‘Cause now even butchers would be impressed
With the way I slaughter each one of them
But if others knew, they'd no doubt condemn

Well, it all began a few months ago
I had a big house and a wife, you know
Until my wife exposed my deepest fears
What she said brought me to the point of tears

She loved me no more, that’s the end of it
I wanted to talk, she wouldn’t have it
After she said that, I started grieving
But she wouldn’t listen, she was leaving
I knew deep down, I could never leave her
I left the room, and grabbed the meat cleaver
Snuck up behind her, went in for the kill
If I can’t have you darling, no one will.

I drove to the park to dump the body
And just my luck that somebody saw me
So I had to kill that poor woman too
Sad, but what did you expect me to do?
I buried them both that very same night
Got back in my car, and vanished from sight.

From that moment on, my mental state changed
I became more than a little deranged
There’s something I like about spilling blood
I spill the equivalent of a flood

I seemed upset at the loss of my wife
So no one would suspect I took her life
They couldn’t have guessed what I had in store
That I was going to kill many more.

After a few weeks, I got my third kill
I almost forgot the feeling, the thrill
In the next few months, I killed seven more
And buried them all underneath my floor
Then I murdered three, all on the same day
They kicked, and they screamed, but none got away.

The cops say all my victims had brown hair
I hadn’t noticed, it’s not like I care.
They say I’m a psychopathic killer
And have given me the name “The Thriller”

The chief vows to catch me, and he just might
One thing’s for sure, he won’t catch me tonight.
But until that day comes, I’ll stay quite keen
To finish my work on victim fourteen.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. Great (if disturbing poem). The one element I can get you thinking about is the convention of having the speaker address a silent listener.

    What if the poem ended "To finish my work on you, number fourteen."

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