Psychological Romance

I'm so in love with the deaths over the world.
I love the creativity in the strangled,tortured and victimized corpses.
How nice of the world to shove its reality right into our hearts.
Am I out of my mind you ask me as if your surprised.
I'm content because I know there is no solution.

So let me make the world a fruit basket and deliver it with a nuclear disruption somewhere.
I laugh with all the prisoners who are prisoners of prisoners.
They give us war instruments and quad our minds to deliver.
Let us not forget it all and blow it out our minds again.

Off the warfare are the serial killings with a place inside the tip of the fire.
They wouldn't surrender it all without a crafted fight.
Hang the guilt around your necks and tighten the whip of thin rope.
But I may have forgotten our psychological will be lit in the midnight candles.

Let your blood run through the streets like the wax off a mummified candle.
Why make bars of metal inside a asylum where I would love to stay?
Come visit me with ease because I would never let you leave.
See whats inside the romance of my mind and the real things it wants to share.

Liberating, isolating, intoxicating, electrifying made for the master's playground.
Let us loose like animals into the images of our black and white imaginations.
We don't know how much we can even take for the secret thoughts.
The more gifts I steal for them the more anxious the mind fights with zeal.

Which do you think really dies first when it cant do no more.
The brain tells the insane doctor it still loves him which makes the heart so sore.
Kiss the spirit of jumping joy and scream your violent dream.
But in return we will be giving them our loving hell.

Dear world...
I would really love to break your earthly heart.
Unfortunately mother nature would murder me if I did.
Letter letter red letter day wouldn't you say?
I'm in love with the thing I hate most.