Serial Killers

The result of a college experience interviewing prison "lifers"

See their calm and smiling faces;

so normal, so ordinary,

so nice.

 

Yet, they live to inflict pain.

Hurt.  Maim.  Kill.

They only masquerade as human.

Something broken in them;

 

Something ugly, dark, and hard

seeps misery into the world.

They are not part of us;

yet, they live among us.

 

They see the world as prey.

Their creativity is torture.

They are less than human;

a reversion to a time before

mankind was gifted with a soul.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Geralyn,

I might have to disagree with you, I have a soul. Oh wait....right I am not a serial killer....Forget I said anything. Don't get me wrong there are indeed men and woman who do not have soul, who don't know what the word love or life is. But a Soul is that inner fire, that desire. A soul is what keeps you moving. It just happens what a these men and women desire isn't what you desire.

The world is over crowded, isn't this suppose to be survival of the fittest? Isn't that what every horror movie's subplot tells us? Why shouldn't a few stragglers be left for dead? It's apart of life.

Always,

Matthew

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. that's a sharp insight ... your words breathe out a guided journey ... the last stanza smashes glass ... indeed the soul is the only soulful element that is distinct ... brilliant narration ... wise choice of words ... fine writing ...