The Pilgrimage - Årabrot

Kubla Kahn swooned and fixed his stare upon the dome his dreams created

All the while demon lovers sang of mount Abora and wailed under waning moon

All the while I was juxtaposed the instinct of life and death

And threefold circles were woven around

In clusters jarring seeds impinge on Kubla’s works

And the skeptical chemist is forever in doubt

Of the portents of doom and misfortune written on the wall

If you were to die today where would you spend eternity

Mene, mene, mekel, upharsin

I wish I could say that it just left completely but, no there are times where I

still do have the old compulsions.

I was branching out that’s when the

cannibalism started.

Eating of the heart and the arm muscle.

It was a way of

making me feel that they were a part of me.

At first it was just curiosity,

and then it became compulsive.

Then I tried to keep the person alvie by

inducing a zombie like state.

By injecting, first a dilute acid solution in

theuir brain, or hot water, and it never did completely work

Could someone like you be stopped?

Could you be helped?

No I was dead set on going with this compulsion.

It was the only thing that

gave me any satisfaction.

To this day I don’t know what started it.

And the person to blame is sitting right across from you, that’s the only

person.

Not parents, not society, not pornography.

I mean those are just

excuses

The night of the arrest I have no memory of what happened during the six hours

before the last victim ran out of the apartment.

I heard a knock on the door,

and the police were there with the last victim.

They asked me where the key

was to the handcuffs.

My mind was in a haze, I sort of pointed to the bedroom,

and that’s where they found the pictures

I was handcuffed, and it was just the realization that there was no point in

trying to hide my actions any more.

The best route was to help the police

identify all the victims, and just make a complete confession

If there’s somebody out there watching this, who hasn’t done that,

hasn’t kill people, but wants to and rages inside, and struggles with that

feeling, or is so sure they have it under control.

It doesn’t know when to quit,

and it can’t be stopped easily, once it starts