How I kill Infatuation
The love that I kill,
Slowly poison by,
The infatuation that I strangle with my own hands, slowly and gradually, one by one.
I am an emotional serial killer.
I kill emotions.
I am an emotional serial killer,
I murder infatuations.
Oh, I feel guilty.
Guilty and regretful as hell.
I live in hellish fire and come out as fierce flame that puts them all ablaze.
I kill them all.
I kill their emotions- one by one,
I am a slayer of their pure innocence.
Innocently, they approach me,
They think I am vast, easy and flowy as ocean.
But, I am a conflicting conundrum,
A silent paradox in motion.
I kill their emotions.
A slayer of hearts.
I ruin all the goods in them.
I destroy what could be amicable,
Beautiful and light.
What could bring delight.
I kill all the emotions.
I am a serial emotional killer,
Someone arrest me.
I should rot in the emotional bars as I do always!
Never any different, always the same.
Nevermore or never less,
I am confined in my own hell.
The emotional inferno that I reign,
The emotional chaos that I run from and yet abide by!
I am a serial emotional killer.
I kill and subdue all the emotions.
I am an emotional wreck.
I should not look backwards,
I kill all the beautiful things-
Yet to occur,
I kill all the light,
I am a monster.
I have become the monster from which I am running from.
I have become a monster,
The monster that you have created.
A monster is always born from another monster.
I have dealt with the monsters- the inner and outer,
They all collide in me,
As I have become one.
I am the monster risen from the dark.
I kill the light.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Timestamp: 10.43 am, Officer's mess

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