Journey to Your Deepest Self

Psychopathic Killer


image by Richard Vernon

I am the psychopathic killer.
Do you dare know me?
I have kept myself well hidden
In order to do my dirty work
You have not wanted
To see me here.

I do my work in the shadow.
Unseen, unheard, unfelt
For what I am.
I ride on the tail of rage
The whip at the end
That cuts into fresh tender flesh
Lashing out quickly and deeply
Leaving before
I can be found.

You haven’t known me
Though you are familiar with my works.
The sting of hurt
Rawness of the fresh wound.
Rage is my ride
She serves me well
We work together
Though she doesn’t always know
That I’ve come along.

At times she chooses
To have me with her
To use me as her weapon
To remove what is in her way
To enact her revenge
Nothing gets in my way
Nothing can stop my action.

I work best in the dark
Where there is no light
No consciousness to thwart me
No being there to interfere with
My dirty work
Cold, unfeeling, heartless work
The assassin hired to do a job
Quickly, cleanly, deadly, thoroughly.
Nothing left undecided.
Nothing left at all.

My weapon is sharp, cold, cutting,
Faster than light.
It goes deep
Takes no chance
There is no room
For failure here
The verdict is clear
Death is the only deed
Left to complete.

I leave as quickly
As I arrive
No trace left behind
Of who has been here
No fingerprints
No evidence
That points to who it was
That enacted this dirty deed.

Only the wound
The smell of death
Of denial
A rotting stench
That can’t be cleaned.
The rawness and aching
Of pain
That can’t be healed.

You’ve believed that I only exist
Do my dirty work
Through someone else.
You’ve protected yourself
From that externalized force.
How blind you’ve been
To the place
Where I’ve been able to enter.
I’ve fooled you
For a very long time.
Because you see
I really live inside of you.
No other.
Your most unwanted child
Twisted and deformed
Your very own.


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