Death Of a Serial Killer

In knotted chemicals the sprays of disdain
Love-life in corpses strewn as finer-silk in detail
Passionate-passion-passion-less all craved-carved
in details fleshing-flesh so simple in a complex way

Dotted maps in force, form and figure
Art is more exquisite in pained rush
Type, write and bleed
a cycle merciful but presented sans mercy in a dame

Fox has been out-foxed and boxed is the bod
lain in the ashes of intoxicated elementals and fundamental-brick-building
Glass is thrown, Glass is forested and sex begins in a moulder's workshop
pathos and ethos - those zygotic twins - have prematurely boiled

Cuffs and wrists and ankles all imprisoned
Mental clock give ohs and sighs upon cosmos revisited
flash is written in photographed-cells, inductive without ethic but ethically restrained
piosly the body thinks, breaths and coitus is thus permissable

In the hours of sin-ups and sign-ups the heaviness inundates
Darts of blood-mix anger in the last, performance is the best exercise
the calling card, the reapers reaps and congratulations mortal-mimicry
imitation can surpass original if it succeeds natural fizations, a warantee on perversion.

Doctors can not be tamed, phycists have physics-nude and artists draw geometry
Can not sabre-tongue, the cup-well bear the progeny of concentrate and dilutes?
Can license be only permissable to drones in protected sex of misanthropy?
Yes misanthropy in the 'I' is beyond elixir

The artist carves a simple task - complicated by suck strokes to the ass

spanked by the BDSM-wrong such as law
love-tight in a model of an amateur love-slave

drawn on by the whips of a dominated-dominator

No Omega needs Alpha, and Alpha can sink into creative justice
such orifices the mind needs - so increasion of power-value!

Oh Seducer who thinks thyself seduced don't be weary
My eyes close shut but the world has plummeted in my conception.