to whisper of an aftermath
to wash away the words
years burn from the inside
bullets rain again
in smoke and mirrors
broken mirrors
days fall softly here
in symmetry and comfort
with a hazardous guess
a hazard, this guest

Inspired by serial killers who don't get caught, the ones who live with what they've done without the comfort of capture and punishment. I was thinking about what it would feel like to have a lifetime of secret killing under your belt and to have to live with that every day, trying to maintain the balance between murderous urges and the desire for normality and self-preservation, the inner conflict manifesting itself as a constant need for precise order and logic. Two people in one body, fighting for dominance.

If you haven't seen Dexter, you are seriously missing out. It's a fucking awesome show and you need to watch it. It inspires the shit out of me.

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