Knifey Chris Was Cool

I Was Reading a Book Yesterday,
It Was About a Person Who Discovers a Song that is Haunted with a Spell.
A Culling Song, it Could be Sung in about 3 seconds,
and After it Being Heard, the Listener would Be Reminded of Life's only Certainty.
Death.
Death would come Instantly, and with No Evidence.
The Perfect crime. Painless and effortless. Without all the Mess of Blood and Guts and Silly Smells.

You would think that Blood on Your Stuff Would Look Pretty But it Doesn't for too long.
I remember once with my Druggie I Cut Myself by Mistake.
There was a Knife that a friend of my friend Gave Me and Was on my Drawer.
We called Him Knifey Chris. He was always Sharpening a Knife.
That always Made me a Bit Uncomfortable But Knifey Chris was Cool.
And a Bit too unemotional too me.
We were both very High and My Hand was bleeding a lot.
We where both laughing.  I asked him what should I do?
He told me it would be cool to write with My blood on the walls.
I though it was a cool Idea (It Was) I drew happy Faces all over and my name on the walls.
And The Word Blood in My Computer.
Blood after it gets dried up doesn't look as Red. It's more of a reddish Brown.
Actually I Lied. It Does look cool. My Computer still Says Blood.
I moved out of that apartment upon Moving to my third city.

The Guy in this Book Swears that he Wouldn't Use the Song. But He Fails to do so.
He begins Killing His Loud Neighbours. His Boss. That dude on The Street That Called You Asshole.
He Was Talking about Serial Killers and What Makes a Serial Killer.
They talk about this Serial Killer that Caught My Attention.
He Liked to Lure Young Boys to his Home promising the Boys that He Would Give them Money
If they Posed Naked for Him in pictures.
He liked to drug them with Sleeping pills and when they Fell Unconscious He would Tie Them Up.
Get Them Naked, Tie them to a chair and Drill a Hole with a drill in Their Skulls.
Not Too Deep to Kill them, Just deep enough to Penetrate the Skull. Without hurting The Brain.
Then He Would Inject Muriatic Acid into Their Victims Brain so They Could Become his Sexual Zombie Slaves.
When the First Victim  Woke Up He Told Him That He Had A Headache and Asked for the Time
Since His Experiment Failed He Drugged Him Again and Strangled Him. Had anal Sex Repeatedly with the Corpse. Ate it. And kept the Genitals and Head in the Freezer.
. He Tried The back of the Brain The First Time.
It didn't quite work so He Decided to Try The Frontal Lobe For The Next One.
The Next One Young Boy He Lured was fourteen Years Old.
 He Drugged the Boy and Drilled a Hole in His Skull, then Injected Acid on His Frontal lobe.
Before Falling Unconscious The Killer Brought the Boy to His Room. There was a Rottening (I know the Word Doesn't Exist But Sounds way Cooler Than Rotting Don't You Think?) Corpse that He had Killed 3 Days Prior. According to The Killer the Boy Didn't Care Much.
I think that having seven sleeping Pills and Acid on The Frontal Lobe Might Have Contributed to this.
But I'm Just Guessing.

The Boy then Passed out.
The Killer Stayed There Chilling with the Unconscious Boy For a Bit, then Went to a Bar, Got a Couple of Drinks and Bought some More yummy Alcohol.
When he Got Back He Saw the Boy In a Corner of The Street Talking to 3 Hysterical Women.
 They Said they Just Called The 911.
When The police Arrived He told them, That He Was His 19 years old Partner.
And That It was Just Domestic Abuse.
The Officers Told the Girls to Shut the Fuck Up Even When They Said That the Boy Was Struggling to want to Go Back to his Apartment.
Also That There was Blood Coming out of his Asshole.

For The Next Victim he used Boiling Water Instead.
After the Second Injection of Boiling Water On His Frontal lobe The young Boy Went to a Coma for 2 Days and Became His Sex idiot Before Dying.
He Went on to Cannibalizing The Victims And Kept Their Heads as Sex Trophies.

Quite A Charming Fella.