Tale Of A Psychopath Poem by Michael Ordia

Love was all he tried to carve
Due to rejection he was left to starve
He crowned you his queen, his only muse
You fed him theatrical words, he was being used
Your rejection of him was mantra in his head
You couldn't introduce him to your friends
Pain made his heart shudder
Rejected by all except his late mother
Suicide was the option till he pondered
Could the world feel my pain? He wondered
Then the devil was born
Rapist at night, arsonist by dawn
His victims met with death
No emotions just frisson with earth
A psychopath with no escape and no end
Till suicide was his vision in his blood bed
To meet his mother and her smiling face
To hear 'I love you ' in hell, his resting place.