Standing and reflecting
Flawed? You bet
Still
There is no need to correct
Steam cannot reveal character flaws
But the writing was always there
Of callous and unemotional traits
The scent of blood lingers - Sending shivers
As life leaves, soaking into fibres - I smile. Pleased
Events took place precisely as expected
The knife slice caught you by surprise
Here you lay on the bathroom floor
Gasping for air. Stranger danger, beware
Now, truly, you realize you never knew me
Recognize! The ones closest can do the most harm
Standing over you - gone is my superficial charm
Yo! I’m on some dark side of human nature, FBI Profiler Poetry shit lately . That’s what I will call these types of poems from now on. lol. This, too, shall pass.
As a teenager, I wanted to be a profiler because I loved psychology, biology, neuroscience, sociology, the nature/nurture debate, and just thinking about how all these factors combine to make us who we are. I even found economics fascinating for a while. I told my priest and he talked me out of it (Said it wasn’t good to be around people like that – and he wasn’t wrong). But that love of getting into someone’s head never left me, obviously, and I’m excited to use this ability in my writing.
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