"He walks head down through the woods,
It began here a long time ago.
He returns so often and doesn't know why,
The atmosphere lingers like an echo. "

Ooooh what an opener, that's quite a vivid picture you've created there, nice subtle choice of words that blends it together nicely.

"A cigarette in hand, he reminisces,
Of each woman so unique and profound.
He takes a drag, and sees the etches,
On the trees to which each woman was bound.
He blows out the smoke, and sees the stains,
Of the blood of the most recent of pursuits.
He flicks the butt, and recalls the cries,
As he'd punish and persecute."

Okay, now it becomes clear lol, one thing this poem does is keep its reader reading, which is a pretty essential part of any poetry, again you can see it clear as day through each word you type to create a new sentence, I dont read many story oriented poems, but the ones I do tend to be great, this ones up there with the best of em.

"He stares at the horizon he's seen so many times,
What will the next look like when he's forced his way in?
Dreaming of the ways he can contort her shaking body,
What will she scream when he cuts through her skin?
How will she taste when she's starting to fade?
Will she continue to do as she's told?
He'll drag her head back by her dirtied hair,
And then slit her throat slowly, and leave her callously and cold."

Bloody hell, now I expected some sort of eye catching ending but I didn't see that coming, you do truly have a dark mind when it comes to poetry sweetheart, Id better watch my back with regards to dark poetry huh, wouldn't want you taking my place now haha. Amazingly written my darling, you're right to be proud of this one. Love you xxxx