Journey into the Psychopathic Mind”-

In shadowed realms of thought, so stark,
A mind, in silence, drifts apart.
No compass moral, nor empathic spark,
A psychopath’s veiled, enigmatic heart.

With Dickinson’s touch, words weave, intricate,
Through a labyrinth, obscure, of feelings unmet.
Emotions, to them, seem hieroglyphic script,
Intricate puzzles, with solutions unget.

Untroubled by the tides of remorse or regret,
Their sails unfurled in a cold, rational breeze.
In a sea of empathy, they stay dry, and yet,
Wander in a world where hearts never seize.

A lone traveler in a land without sun,
Where bonds are but shadows, love’s warmth, undone.
Through eyes like mirrors, reflecting none,
They walk among us, yet remain alone, one.

Imagine a life, in a spectrum so narrow,
Where connections are shallow, feelings, fallow.
An existence spent in emotional limbo,
In the mind of a psychopath, where empathy can’t follow.

In this lyrical journey, Dickinson’s essence is near,
A voice that echoes in the mind’s solemn sphere.
For in their silence lies a truth, so clear,
In the absence of feeling, exists a peculiar fear.