They keep telling me that i cant kill forever.

Who are they?

The voices of the dead, that are alive in my head.

I could have easily made them just victims.

But i wanted them to be my friends.

I wanted to give them love.

I wanted to make them feel safe and warm.

Like the blood that ran down my hand, from the wounds that i created all over thier bodies.

People might think i am a Monster.

They will think i have no feelings.

I am not a Monster.

I do have feelings.

I am not a Killer.

I am a Hunter.

What i do is for survival.

I dont eat my Prey.

But i do satisfy my hunger..

I openly stalk my prey.

I dont pounce, i purr into thier lives.

I lure them with charm.

I feed them what thier hearts and minds crave

There is no time limit for me to conquer them.

I make them as comfortable as a cancer victim in a hospice.

As long as they stay in the haze of my bliss, i will release thier souls from thier bodies.

I will rap my Black Halo around all that is good in there lives.

The Hunter can always spot the weak.

I will find you.

You will let me in.

You will crave me.

I will put you to sleep.

adding to your poem


its halloween but yet

freddy krueger

can show up at any time

and any sight

you may feel warm in some degree

as blood will be puring down your cheeks

as freddy is the monster that has been in your dreams

what a scary frieght

lock your doors, protect your kids

but freddy will find the way

hunting is his mark with everyone around