An unprecedented poem about a subject that poets rarely write on. Psychopathy and murder. You managed to describe what goes on inside a sadistic serial killer's mind accurately. Bingo!
First, the poem overall is well-written and its words are 'carefully picked'. You didn't use random words or random imagery. Your words, your metaphors - they all fit in perfectly. I like how you described the murderer as a 'nyctophile' that reveled at night when everybody is deep asleep. I can see through it an owl searching for its next unlucky prey.
The bloody imagery you used to show how our murderer kills others - though carnal and gory - is an emphasis on his love for blood. He kills only out of pleasure and ecstasy, not out of anything else (revenge, money, power...etc).
However, there are two objections:-
1- "Cold as ice" and "my bloodshot eyes." - they contradict each other. A person with bloodshot eyes (seething with anger and blood-lust) and cold are like day and night, angels and demons, good and evil . They cannot be together. Maybe you used that 'oxymoron' deliberately because you wanted to put more emphasis on the difference between the blood-boiling murderer and icy cold. Maybe it's not an oxymoron at all, possibly a 'juxtaposition'. I think I should know it from you instead of putting theories
2- " It was precious art, full of color and beauty". Art, colors (other than red), and beauty in general do not fit the gloomy, carnal atmosphere of your poem. I think you should work on those two lines.
Anyhow, your poem is super! I express my admiration for the rhyme scheme and the language you used.
I give it a 9/10 . Good job
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