A soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper.
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Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us,
So maybe tracing do...
In the depths of a tormented mind, Lies the dance of shadows undefined, A psychopath's narrative unfurled, Seeking answers in a fractured world.
What secrets dwell in his twisted soul? A puzzle unfolding, tales untold, For within the darkness, a broken rhyme, A quest to understand his existence, in time.
A labyrinthine maze deep within, Psychopathy's seed, where it begins, An enigma clothed in a deceptive guise, Seeking reason where madness flies.
Justifications whisper, twisted and sly, Within darkness, he's adamant to apply, A mind fragmented, devoid of remorse, Reasons constructed, a destructive force.
In realms where empathy failed to bloom, Does chaos ignite, sealing his gloom? Or seeds of a past, plagued and scarred, That shaped the psyche, malformed and marred.
To justify actions stained by sin, He crafts a narrative, a tale to spin, A rationalization to calm his unrest, Unraveling the thoughts that infest his chest.
Is it a void he seeks to fill, With acts of malevolence and sheer thrill? Or power's allure, to manipulate the weak, Pulled by desires he cannot bespeak.
In moments of stillness, a glimmer may gleam, A crack in the facade, a sliver of a dream, For even the wicked may yearn to find, Answers about the chaos within their mind.
With introspection, he delves and digs, Analyzing his actions, the pain they inflict, Yet, understanding might forever elude, A mind locked in chaos, emotions subdued.
So we ponder the mystery, the psychopath's plight, A glimpse into darkness, an eternal fight, In the tapestry woven, we'll grasp at the threads, But true comprehension? Just haunting spreads.
For within the labyrinth, hidden and concealed, Lies the twisted psyche, both victim and wield, A psychopath's journey, to fathom his own, An enigma destined to forever be unknown.
