Post by trabuco on Oct 11, 2016 6:12:14 GMT
I wanted to share what 26 year old Joshua Komisarjevsky wrote in his journal as he was awaiting trial for the Cheshire murders. I think it may give us a glimpse into the mind and soul of our man, the EAR.
"---Humanity's Social Hypocrisy---"
"A thief in the night I've come to steal not jewels and money,
But your personal safety, privacy and security.
I violate your inner asylum of intimacy.
Stoking out with all the hate I have for myself projected onto you.
Senseless insanity derived from desperation in all its doom,
The Hounds of Hell have come for my life, payment due.
The Piper of fear you must pay,
The imprint of my life on society forever to stay.
Sowing the seeds of psychological terror.
The reflection of your hidden cruelty exposed in my mirror,
I * on your optical illusion of peace and innocence.
A menacing mind bent on vengeance
Holding captive your sense of security.
I feast on your animosity
Your peace of mind and reality
The possession of your thoughts a vast excitement
heightened by the tantalization of mutual resentment.
I experience your indignation you can't seem to see
Engulfing me, embracing me,
You can never forget me.
My anger, my desire to experience anothers fear,
Wrongly associated by tainted sexual allure not remotely near,
The degree of fascination held in fear, terror, it now possess me!
Perfect tranquility, calm, quiet and serene,
Hiding a volitility brewing dark divinity to humanity.
I leave you like they left me,
Withering in denial, never free!
Every time I start to believe
You strike me down and take all from me.
Broken belief in knowledge and experience
To overcome my own vengeful impulses,
I will be heard, my destiny you do not hold.
My self destruction, my loss of self control,
Represents a total departure from all I hold
I have not come to this disconnect of the mind easily,
Or even voluntarily,
This existence, living life recklessly,
This anger in my being is the anger in you.
A reflection, to your own self be true,
The vengeful pride you hid,
Your self righteous fatal tide,
Washing up disquieting harmonies twisting through my mind,
Look what you have done
You think you have won,
Your hypocritical hatred for me standardized,
My blind disregard for your contempt my own demise
Everything you try to justify,
Will come to shine on the other side.
Memories of what I've done dug from my mind's cemetery
Delve me deeper into misery.
Never coming home, never going home,
Your turn is yet to come,
Your hatred for me mirrors my own,
This price I must pay, what I reap must be sown."