Nobody suspected his dark side.
Nobody knew he was killing women
and prowled the streets looking for
new ones to torture and kill.
Sometimes he regretted he was
born with an irresistible compulsion
to torture and kill women.
Then he’d rationalize it by thinking
he was no different from the beasts
in jungles programmed to kill.
And he’d be okay with the monster
he was at his core.
To people who knew him, he was a
quiet, nice guy.
To his victims, he was a monster
from hell as he tortured them and
took their last breaths from them.
As if there were no justice in this
world, he never got caught.
He died with many people at his
wake sadden that a nice guy had
passed away.
Justice was served when he died.
Unceasingly he kept experiencing
the horrors and the pain he had
inflicted on his victims in a place
akin to a living hell.
Bob Boyd