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The Psychopath who called himself a Serial Killer...
Certain things remain a mystery in life-
And I relived those moments till my last hour,
Like the pungent suffocation that choked one day,
So that I could be stopped killing me long before.
It started from the day I could remember-
When I killed myself amidst numerous tortures,
That played inside me when I lost in swimming,
To my best friend, I was compared, scolded, insulted in overture…
There was no end to my killings-
One, two, three…each and every girl rejected me,
When I proposed to them in school bets,
One of them told me, I was sick…
I lost confidence of my virility and almost killed myself.
The day my mom and dad separated-
I chose to live alone and I killed myself.
I decided not to marry, and will live a solitary life,
I had no peace, no solitude and was almost,
Jealous every time, and seeing others happy with their family.
There was no end to my sufferings-
My meager life-time saving was sunk,
In the share market during recession, I killed myself…
I locked myself in a room, and masturbated when felt hungry,
And received shocking advises from them whom I owed nothing.
And then one day I learned-
That I was destined to loose, but why?
I was accused of serial theft in my defense-store job…
This time I decided to end it all, I killed myself believing that-
Certain things remain a mystery in life.
[b]Well again this one is an out of my stuff work and at the end of the day I have liked the way it has shaped up.There is nothing to summarize for me as the script is plain and simple from the point of view of a so called psychopath who had his own reasons behind. Each and every time he lost in his life, he was forced to move ahead in life, even though he could not forget them. So he maintained his diary titled “The Serial Killer…”, and jotted down such events and the last line he always used to write was, “…killed myself” which he used as his motivation pill to get ready for his next mishap. Little good things happened to him like one in the second last line in the poem where he decided to kill himself for the last time and stopped understanding things which could not explain him. [/b]
And I relived those moments till my last hour,
Like the pungent suffocation that choked one day,
So that I could be stopped killing me long before.
It started from the day I could remember-
When I killed myself amidst numerous tortures,
That played inside me when I lost in swimming,
To my best friend, I was compared, scolded, insulted in overture…
There was no end to my killings-
One, two, three…each and every girl rejected me,
When I proposed to them in school bets,
One of them told me, I was sick…
I lost confidence of my virility and almost killed myself.
The day my mom and dad separated-
I chose to live alone and I killed myself.
I decided not to marry, and will live a solitary life,
I had no peace, no solitude and was almost,
Jealous every time, and seeing others happy with their family.
There was no end to my sufferings-
My meager life-time saving was sunk,
In the share market during recession, I killed myself…
I locked myself in a room, and masturbated when felt hungry,
And received shocking advises from them whom I owed nothing.
And then one day I learned-
That I was destined to loose, but why?
I was accused of serial theft in my defense-store job…
This time I decided to end it all, I killed myself believing that-
Certain things remain a mystery in life.
[b]Well again this one is an out of my stuff work and at the end of the day I have liked the way it has shaped up.There is nothing to summarize for me as the script is plain and simple from the point of view of a so called psychopath who had his own reasons behind. Each and every time he lost in his life, he was forced to move ahead in life, even though he could not forget them. So he maintained his diary titled “The Serial Killer…”, and jotted down such events and the last line he always used to write was, “…killed myself” which he used as his motivation pill to get ready for his next mishap. Little good things happened to him like one in the second last line in the poem where he decided to kill himself for the last time and stopped understanding things which could not explain him. [/b]
Published 27th Apr 2010
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28th Apr 2010 1:23am
A stirring, complex poem, you draw emotion from me for the serial killer.
An excellent poem, one I could read many times, and each time discover something new in it.
An excellent poem, one I could read many times, and each time discover something new in it.
Anonymous
3rd May 2010 9:24am
A dark and chilling tale of murder and depravity. You convey the killer's mindframe with disturbing clarity...
3rd May 2010 9:35am
Your comments are always a welcome for me Jack...and believe me I don't feel well about my work until I get a comment from you...
