![]() Mind of a MurdererA Poem by Snow412![]() 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. © 2010 Snow412Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 3, 2010 Last Updated on July 3, 2010 Author![]() Snow412Rock Hill, SCAboutI have been writing for a very long time...about 9 years now. Cannot say that I have improved since then, but I can say that my passion has never died. Writing is my perspective and freedom--a healin.. more..Writing
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