Flick of a mind, kinetic switch
inter-wired inextricably
in the true sociopathic state.
Rooted deep into primal soul bedrock,
cables pull up as needed,
emotions, masks, feigned empathy.
Whatever behavioral key that opens
the locked gates of the human lambs.
Simple trusts admitting a remorseless,
relentless, razor-fanged predator.
Cloaked behind the blue eyes of humanity,
snugly ensconced among the dozing prey
half asleep and unaware
of the blood pooling beneath their feet,
leaking molasses slow down skin
pallid with life's loss.
Now, nothing more than sustenance
for ever thirsty appetites devouring
the endless flood of crimson shaded release.
Author notes
Picture inspiration: ["The Love Game" by xXxNewCultQueenX]
A contest entry
- Not For The Weak III by Immortal Obscurity.
1750 points, ended July 4, 21 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think!
Comments
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great write my dear friend working with the homeless I have met murders and drug dealers hookers as well. I can only wish to return to my sheltered life for I get to emotionally attached to every ones problems
love your friend rev papa
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Well, Nichtmich beat me to the punch, as I was also going to tell you that this was very creepy, in a Silence of the Lambs-type way. I love your words; they are stunning and fit the nature of this write so perfectly. Into the finals for you... Well done, and thanks for entering NFTW III.
Laura
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Masterful and a great glimpse of the subtle workings of the sociopath, "Whatever behavioral key that opens the locked gates of the human lambs." Very Ted Bundyish, extremely chilling. I think a little Hannibal Lector too. This poetry is certainly not for the weak! Top shelf madness and blood lust, keep the pen to the paper!
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Ah yes, hardwired for homicide. A bloody bath of intention with shades of Silence of the lambs. Very vivid sir!
Paul
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