Sociopath

Her words were honeyed,

Her smile sweet.

Her eyes held a glint,

Her hand held a treat.

Her temperament varied,

Her actions sporadic,

Her conscience was buried,

Her movements mechanic.

Her mind was clear,

Her nerve concrete,

The body lying there,

Pooled blood at her feet.

. . .

. . .

. . .

 

Her shoes were ruined... How sad.

 

 

 2nd - Sociopath, All Around contest writing contest

 Bloody - Sociopath,  Blood writing contest

 A fruit basket!! - Sociopath,  Strangeness & Charm writing contest

Reviews

[Darkest Rose]

Oh my god I love this.It's one of your best pieces so far,I love how it flows and works together so well 'Her words were honied,her smile sweet.Her eyes held a glint,her hand held a treat' Love that first part the most,it's like the rest of the poem but it stands out to me :)
Another piece of amazing writing for you Jazz! Keep up the fab work :)

[Thea]

Nice poem... :)))

[LochnezzMonster]

OH! this was a great peice. I almost heared a drum in the back ground, thumping to each sentence. At first I thought it was strange enough, but not quite Sikopath- ish. but her eyes held a glint so she was happy then her shoes were ruined because of the blood and she was sad at that and only that! that's sicko. haha. it showed the exact emotions of a crazy killer who's just mudered. uncaring, satisfied, and enjoying.

[Ashleyxx]

wow, nice.