Tic Tac Toe

By maliceman

Tic Tac Toe
3 in a row
But I can't see the score
Through the blood and the gore
Doesn't cause me harm
Though I play on my arm
Either way I win
Then I just play again

Some call me crazy
Some call me insane
They put me in a straitjacket
and monitored my brain
In a padded room
constant medication
Every time i took it
An instant vacation

____ ____ ____ ____

But that was way back when
I'm smarter now
I won't go back again
Still psychotic
But I think I hide it better
The scars on my arms
I'll have them forever

Instead of cutting myself
I cut someone else
But I do it so well
That i don't get locked in a cell
Tie them down
Or strap them up
Play my game
then a knife to the guts

No one knows who to suspect
They do not know who I am
And yet I am famous
I am a wanted man
You cannot see me in action
I do not wanna show
I'm a serial killer
They call me "Tic Tac Toe"

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Published on Thursday, February 17, 2011. Filed under: "Fiction" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

eh, just something i thought up one day after i quit cutting

Comments on "Tic Tac Toe"

A former member wrote: A wonderfully gruesome piece ^.^
A former member wrote: Awesome lol gave muh goosebumbs ;o
A former member wrote: Fucking love this shit! Thanks for sharing. So awesome!
On Tuesday, February 28, 2012, Phantasmagoria (121) wrote:

I LOVE this! Its beautifully written, excellent... just excellent :)
On Friday, February 18, 2011, 10 Forty Three (543) wrote:

"Still psychotic but I think I hide it better" haha. Love it. This poem was kick-ass!
A former member wrote: I love this poem so much.
A former member wrote: Cool. I love it. Espiaccly the rhythm.