Whispers of a serial killer

Whispers of the Mind “Serial killer style”

They smile with teeth, but never with soul,

Hollow-eyed hunters with hearts like coal.

Ted spoke smooth, a mask of charm,

Yet his touch was death disguised as calm.

Dahmer’s hunger carved out his name,

Control and craving—his endless game.

A fractured psyche, desire and dread,

He made companions out of the dead.

Gacy the clown, with paint so bright, Bundy’s grin could fool the crowd,

A silver tongue, a voice too loud.

But underneath—no pulse of care,

Just hunger hiding in the stare.

Dahmer searched for what was gone,

A need for love that twisted wrong.

Attachment lost, desire turned grave,

A prisoner of the mind’s own cave.

Aileen burned with scars so deep,

Her rage the monster she couldn’t keep.

Neglect and pain, a childhood lost,

Her fury came with a deadly cost.

these names are carved in dread,

Psychology whispers how minds misled:

No empathy blooms, no mirror inside,

Impulse and shadow forever collide.

But laughter hides the darkest night.

Behind the greasepaint, shadows grew—

A mind split deep, no conscience true.

Aileen roamed with fire inside,

Her fury born from wounds denied.

Trauma twisted into rage,

A storm of pain she couldn’t cage.

Psychopathy wears a perfect disguise,

Charm in the smile, truth in the eyes.

No empathy flows, no guilt, no fear,

Just predatory instincts drawing near.

The cortex cold, the amygdala blind,

Neuroscience whispers of the broken mind.

Impulse unchecked, empathy gone,

A predator hums where a soul should’ve sung.

remember—evil wears skin,

It doesn’t announce the void within.

Some wounds are born, some carved by life,

All bleed into shadow, obsession, and strife.