Mind of a Murderer

This delves into the psychology of a murderer...the stages they go through, and the end they meet.

Sirens waft through the perception�"

A distant wail that collaborates with death and order,
and at the same time,

carrying a heavy head beneath the weight of extravagant authority.

   Unknowable things flicker behind the eyes,

     hiding guilt and shame from people who should know…

         later harvesting their lives, smiles, secrets untold,
            and promises not kept.

Thoughts drift through veils of fear and insecurity;

  disjointed ideas synthesize under the gaze of lust,

    as all the was once distorted with the static of morality

      becomes blindingly “clear” for one moment,

        and it seems to be the only thing that’s real�"

            it’s the goal you later strive to obtain.

First, the thought smothers your sanity.

Then, the desire ejects your heart into oblivion as your very soul      becomes obsessed with this obsession.

      The obsession tears down everything inside,

         Creating a world of infatuation that you wish to escape,

             but by then it’s too late.

You find that you do not want to be alone so you seek others as destroyed as you are,

and when you do not find what you thirst for (your reflection),

You create it yourself and you become the weapon that life begins    to wield.

  You destroy everything that is inside another…

    Finding satisfaction in the fact that you are not mutilated alone.

        All power turns in on itself in the end…

    And you begin to self-destruct

      As you lay within the memories of broken glass like the
           broken toy you are�"

Collecting dust, time and fame.

                               This is your glory�"

    the murder of so many eternal beings…
       They saw the end before it came…

                        and you?

   You blinked the sight away,
     and now you are simply an idea that can do no more harm
        in this world again.

Author's Note

Ideas/discussion always welcome.

Reviews

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You've done your homework Snow. Since the beginning of time, a certain group of society has murdered others for various reasons and motives. Whether out of Rage, retribution, mental illness or simply a thrill kill. A background check may reveal past traumas or a troubled youth. Your poem describes someone who evolved into a killer with accurate depictions in conscious--A low self-esteem which searches for others of the same ilk only to find his rotten self as his only idol.

I've studied serial killers which your poem eludes to and have found that many of them--Ted Bundy, The Manson Family, Richard Ramirez, Son of Sam, among others revel in their notoriety and fame and actually enjoy killing others. (At least from outside appearances)
The manson family--after murdering Actress Sharon Tate and others in her home--ate chicken from the refridgerator and clowned around while being filmed by the news like school children. Son of Sam enjoyed every moment of his new found fame by smiling broadly in the back of a police car while being filmed by the press on his way to jail. Ted Bundy and Richard Ramirez were as happy as they could be in courtrooms knowing they were the center of attention.

That "Power" or "Attention" they craved was also an important factor in their makeup. Hence the Fame you mention in the poem. They were able to "Control" not only their victims but the media as well. Jack the Ripper sent letters to the police, one in which a vital organ was included. The Zodiac killer sent numerous letters to the police and media. The Son of Sam also sent numerous letters to the police which were pulished throughout the media. Control which they all lacked in their normal lives was created through their minipulations of victims or media or both. Some of their killings were up close murders giving them the opportunity to control other people. Jeffery Dahmer (Homosexual killer) completely controlled his victims before killing them.

There are so many elements involved but your poem captured a well written piece looking inside the mind of the killer himself. Bravo Snow.

[Iota]

Interesting view into a mind of a killer and the never ending cycle of not being satisfied enough. I can't say I know any killers to ask them if this is how they feel, lucky me huh? Your free flowing versus that pinned a destructive mind was a wonderful read for me. Sometimes I like the poems that don't have that all happy ending. Nicely done.