Media Empire

A killer's name spread
While the nameless lie dead

Mistakes of society
Give them notoriety

Hear in the voices so shaky
Behind make-up so flaky
We multiply terror
Now we all want to be
The tragedy bearer

As the ground is layered in blood
Into our minds it started to flood
Bodies fall and land with a thud
Corpses harvested straight from the mud

Another batched killed
Prepared to be thrilled
We've made up our minds now
Nobody really cares who
But we only obsess on the how

Build a rogue's gallery
Build up a salary
Talk straight to the lens
Now everyone can see
Patch worked the murderous trends

Spiraling control
Selling your own soul
Making misunderstood heroes
Straight out of killers
Viewer numbers stacking the zeroes

You wonder who did this?
Turn on your T.V.
Gaze into the abyss
The blood fills a sea
Hear the leeches all hiss
Hey, catch the next spree
You just won't want to miss!
This, I guaranty.

Worship what you say you deplore
Keep track of every killer's score
But before you go and explore
The blood and gore you must adore
It is evil you underscore
All of the lives that you ignore
As their tiny skulls wash ashore
You are just a killer's whore

-I drew this one on cardstock printer paper with Prismacolor fine line markers using black, red, brown, and orange colors. I suppose I've always had a flair for dark imagery, but this one I think may be one of the darker topics I've based any of my art (that I've uploaded) on so far.