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 good 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