Rage

Of all the mysteries of human life
none perhaps presents so much of a
paradox than that of a mind so twisted
and warped that it defies those instructions
nature wired into our psyches that has
produced a species so gregarious and
emotionally linked to love and belonging
that somehow, inextricably produces
specimens that fail in the most basic of
human traits, to become a raging monster
of psychopathic destruction. A psychotic
raging volcano of pure unadulterated
rejection of all we strive to become, one
among us stridently alien to the social
compact festers in an abyss of black
rage plotting to mastermind the means
by which random strangers will pay
the ultimate price for the failings in
life of the detached psyche whose viral
detestation is for his own existence and
lack of value in a world remote and distant.
The strangest and most puzzling element
his satisfaction in murdering through a
series of planned atrocities until finally
driven when cornered, to dispose of his
own futile, miserably estranged existence.

futile