Desire.
Killing softer souls
Then meets the eye.
Screaming,
Drowning.
Running,
Empowering,
I am all but there.
My mind flares
With ideas
That the heavens wouldn't dare
To declare.
For life, I do not bear.
Numb to a feeling,
Born too daring.
Unwilling to sober,
Utterly uncaring.
That is I,
And I shall be until the end of time.
Where I sit against a wall,
Dimmer than my mind.
This poem is about murderers. A dark topic, but it is about the sinister reality of the mind of a murderer. I hope you all enjoy it!