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
K
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l
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What's the point in killing me if I'm killing myself from the inside?
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Author:
vanessa wallace (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is definitely a darker poem. I made this I believe when I was around 9 or 10 years old, and I decided to post it without making any edits to it. I hope you enjoy, and I would love to know your thoughts on it.
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Comments1
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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