Co-Ed Killer

He stood six foot nine, with a gentle smile,

The cops in the bar sat and talked for a while.

He drank with detectives, a friend in disguise,

But murder was burning behind those eyes.

“I just wanted her to shut up,” he said,

A voice in his head, and the young girls dead.

Picked them up thumbing rides, late at night,

Ed Kemper’s shadow swallowed the light.

He killed his grandparents at fifteen years old,

Locked in a hospital, stories untold.

They said he was smart, his IQ was high,

But he dreamed of death every time he’d lie.

“I just wanted her to shut up,” he said,

A voice in his head, and the young girls dead.

Picked them up thumbing rides, late at night,

Ed Kemper’s shadow swallowed the light.

Santa Cruz streets, they whispered in fear,

Co-eds missing, they’d just disappear.

Bodies buried, heads in the ground,

When they searched his home, the truth was found.

In the end, it was mama he blamed,

Said he hated her voice, her curse, her shame.

He cut out her tongue, he smashed her head,

Then called the police and turned himself in.

“I just wanted her to shut up,” he said,

Haunted by the words that filled his head.

A giant with charm, but a killer inside,

Ed Kemper’s tale is too dark to hide.

> “When someone’s hurt that much, the only thing they have left is to hurt someone else back.” –