Kill Poem by Vladimir Marku

Suddenly I have the urge to kill
Take them one by one
Mass slaughtering
Cunningly I invited my dreams
Hope was included
Sent an invitation to all memories
All allegations and doubts
All were invited round for dinner
Dreams, hopes, doubts
Guests in a macabre wedding
I felt like a groom
Irony playing on my lips
Trying to decide where to begin
Before they all suspected
And killed me
From my arsenal of mass-killing weapons
I opted for the most dangerous
I chose poetry
And started my crime career.