vanessa wallace

Demented

Ever since I was little, serial killers were such an enigma to me

Mostly the inner workings in a serial killers' mind

I wondered how someone could be so emotionless

So anti-social

That they decide to kill

Dark thoughts.

They corrupt the mind

So much so that we can have the heart to

 

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What's the point in killing me if I'm killing myself from the inside?

 

~End

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    For one so young these words show how the horror in this world is reaching to people who in my youth knew nothing about it.
    I am glad you have moved on in your life, life is good.



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