In words, like weeds, I’ll wrap me o’er,
like coarsest clothes against the cold:
but that large grief which these enfold
is given in outline and no more.
--Tennyson

Deep-rooted self-loathing is a common trait. Often the act of murder, whatever the circumstances, is an unconscious means of proving just how awful the individual thinks him or herself to be – and for many, once convicted, execution would be welcomed as a blessing.
--Erwin James