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The Stranger
Contributed by
parkman
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Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 03:33:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The Stranger - the beginning
The moon was shining brightly, illuminating the sky
The night was quiet and peaceful, as the man, he passed her by
He turned and gave her one quick look, she turned and tried to run
He caught her, grabbing her by the hair, now was his time for fun
He dragged her down the alley, and at a doorway stopped
She cowered in the shadows, her body numb with shock
He placed his hand across her mouth, mumbling in her ear
If you be really nice to me, theres nothing you should fear
She wanted to survive, to get out of this hole
A puddle appeared beneath her, as her body lost control
He starts to rip her clothes off, to find that golden mound
She started fighting back, against excitement he had found
The man started penetrating, frenzied, in a sweat
Like a ragdoll, she went limp, her worst fear she had met
His blood was pumping, his body writhed and he found sexual delight
The fear was beaten, he had taken her, there was nothing left to fight
The man he turned and walked away, the woman fell to the ground
He'd spared her life, what was left of it, this stranger must be found
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The Stranger II - the reason
The stranger sat alone in the motel, watching some T.V
What had he done the previous night, what possessed he
An evil grin appeared on his face
As he laughed out loud, feeling no disgrace
The sound of her screaming, echoed in his mind
Getting him aroused, another victim he must find
What would he do this time, to make her scream some more
His mind shifted to his mother, how he hated that dirty whore
The men she'd screwed were many, a dirty vile bunch
Doing nothing to protect her son, when it came down to the crunch
These men had touched and hurt him, as the whore had just stood by
Telling this young boy "It's normal", was such a ***** lie
Women now would have to pay, for all his mothers sins
As he thought about his next attack, he again began to grin
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The Stranger III - the happening
The girl walked out of the disco, she was only twenty three
She never saw the shadow, lurking, behind the darkened tree
The man he stood and watched her, eyed her body up and down
His adrenalin started pumping, a new victim he had found
He fell in step behind her, matching with the girls slow pace
She turned and looked behind her, staring straight into his face
Whatever she saw within his eyes, made her start to run
His eyes had not seen a pretty girl, instead his old whore mum
Catching up with her was easy, he grabbed her tiny throat
The girl tried so hard to scream, but he muffled that with his coat
Holding her tight against him, he marched her to his car
They could be alone in his motel room, which wasn't very far
He threw her onto the back seat, binding her hands real tight
Wrapped a gag around her mouth, she completely froze with fright
Getting behind the wheel at last, heading back from where he came
What would befall this girl tonight, will make the last attack seem tame
He dragged her into his small dark room, pushing her to the floor
He punched and slapped and ***** her, but still he wanted more
Reaching into a bag beside him, he pulled out a sharpened knife
When the girl saw his stone cold eyes, she knew it meant her life
He held the knife high in the air, plunging it deep into her chest
As the blood ran out the small deep wound, he had found his quest
He stabbed and slashed her more and more, picking up the pace
The beast within was now released, all he saw was mothers face
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The Stranger IV - the aftermath
Eyes they flicker open, slowly, as the murderer comes to
First thing he sees in the corner, is a womans high heeled shoe
As memories come flooding back, he now sits bolt upright
Seeing the body on the floor, his heart and soul were filled with fright
What were they for, if not for death, he told his mad warped mind
An obscure hiding place, for this body, now he had to find
Looking all around the room, blood splatters on the wall
Realising he must clean this up, or the police were sure to call
He takes a rug out of his car, to wrap her corpse within
He knew fine well what he had done, this was a mortal sin
The blood he clears, all the smears, he had to scrub this place
Beginning to clean, fixing the scene, he could not leave a trace
Her body he wrapped within the rug, and dragged it to his car
So proud he felt for what he'd done, superior by far
He drove to a wood, he knew quite well, not very far away
And buried her in a shallow grave, where others soon would lay
Keeping a lock of her long brown hair, as a grisly souvenir
Now everytime he looked at this, she always would be near
back to base, one last look at the place, before he did check out
A new abode he must find, for peace of mind, of this he had no doubt
Seedy motel, the outback of hell, no-one cares who comes or goes
He easily finds, gets a room and reclines, tiredness starting to show
Sleep never peaceful, mother keeps a vigil, haunting him all night
Torturing his unstable mind, would ensure he'd continue his plight
Next day he awakes, almost drowning in hate, for the female race
Nightmares must end, another victim he'll find, evil showed on his face
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The Stranger V - the escape
The clock strikes twelve, he leaves his room
Drives his car, into the gloom
What does he want, this witching hour?
Another innocents life, to devour
The police have been looking, all around
For the missing girls, though none's been found
By now the body count's up to four
His evil mind intends to kill many more
He parks his car, by a darkened lane
Sits back and awaits, one more poor Dame
When in his mirror, a female figure he sees
The excitement he feels, makes him weak at the knees
As she gets closer, he gets out of his car
She sees him and runs, but doesn't get far
Her hair in his hand, he pulls out a large chunk
Punching her face, she falls, and lands with a thump
Now dazed he can pull her, to his back seat
Pulling up her skirt, knickers to her feet
Ripping at her blouse, revealing a breast
The girl realising, this was her ultimate test
Grabbing at his face, gouging his eyes
He pulls himself back, taken quite by surprise
Lifting her leg, kicks him hard on the face
Gets to her handbag, to her can of mace
Spraying his face till he goes blind
She takes off running, help she must find
Eyes burning and smarting, all in a whirl
Feeling sorry for himself, and cursing this girl
He must get some vision, for here he can't stay
Still disbelieving, that one got away
Driving real slowly, he gets back to his room
Crying with self pity, and fear filled with doom
His mothers voice, loud, and filling his head
"You can do nothing right, son, since I've been dead"
Banging his head on the wall, to get her out
Her words echoing, make him scream and shout
Desperate and lonely, knowing not what to do
It comes to him suddenly...... lie low for a week or two......
*******************************************************
The Stranger VI - the conclusion
The girl sat shaking, her mum holding her hand
As she described to the police, the face of this vile man
Remembering his eyes, she started to cry
Seeing the hate within them, longing to see her die
But her memory was sharp, a good picture was given
The police now sure, the other girls were no longer living
A few weeks did pass, before the bodies were found
A mans dog, digging, uncovered an arm in the ground
A nationwide hunt, for the stranger now started
Leading them to the motel, praying he hadn't departed
Surrounding his room, kicking open the door
The man sat naked, filthy, his own dirt on the floor
Rocking back and forth, ranting about a ghost
It was obvious to all, that his mind was now lost
Doctors certified him, as long term insane
He would now live each day, tormented in pain
The room he now stays in, is a small padded cell
Where he and his mother, will forever, rot in hell !!
Copyright ©
parkman
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2004-04-13 15:33:33]
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Re: The Stranger
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by Jackee_line on
Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 04:21:34 PM AEST
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lovely poem, well written.
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Re: The Stranger
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by JadedExistence on
Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 07:19:10 PM AEST
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A little twisted and disturbing but amazing. Wonderfully well written.
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