Everyone's out to outdo everyone else It's not even about meaning anymore It's how much press coverage it gets Whoever makes them "just" statistics And there's no fantasy draft yet
Somewhere alone in his dark place Ruminating his environment Some bedwetting, fire starting, animal abuser Infantilized by the hatred of maternal instincts Projected on him De-evolved
He likes the way she hurts him She abuses open hand words or clenched up fists of embarrassment It just fuels his homicidal tendencies His brains on the hate frequency And he's ready to let the fantasy slip
Home is where the heartless host absence of emotional ghosts the boy the man the monster
He lost it
Family annihilator, He took his mother out last So she'd suffer through the destruction of the ******* Her wasted wish of abortion'd children.
This was before the news vans This was before the first respondents This was before the society outlash
Back to him alone in a dark place In the depths of his disturbing mind He sets higher stakes.
I wrote most of this after taking a course in Criminal Psychology. I noticed a pattern with a lot of serial killers having troubled relationships with their mothers. It's an interesting dynamic, the absence of nurturing is very detrimental to the development of the psyche in children. This is probably my darkest work, I thought no better time than to post it than before Halloween.