Serial Killer (Poem)

If I were able to fast foward my thoughts and rewind time...

I would've never came across the word "regret"...

Wishing my tears would flood away every ounce of evidence until my concious became clear...

And yet...

I am captured in this crime scene by my own guilt...

And now my hands are stained from the stentch...

Of a serial killer...

The night grew cold...

As the Frosted flakes fell from the sky.

I just robbed some trix in the alley for their lucky charms...

I realized the Fruity Pebbles around their necks weren't real...

So I gave everyone of them Kix until they stop breathing...

I noticed somebody seen me in the assualt as they ran off in fear...

My homeboy Apple Jacks cars so I called him up...

We road around for hours searching for the witness...

Blowing Cocoa Puffs of smoke from a chocolate cigar trying to calm my nerves...

We spotted the target walking along side a wall.

I started to pull out my special k and empty every round out the window until he resembled the shape of a Froot Loop...

But I didnt want to leave any evidence...

So I caved the pedal into the floor ramming  the car right into his body until I heard the Cap'n Crunch...

Hearing his body snap,

Crackle,

And pop...

Mushed like oatmeal...

There was no hope for his Life...

He probably wouldve had a better chance surviving if he ate his wheaties that morning...

And now I am called out by my conciense...

Unable to flee the scene...

Having a bowl filled with my own tears every morning for breakfast...

Because I am a Killer...

A Cereal Killer...

-Randum