Pyscho

I can’t seem to find it.

Too many unknown thoughts.

TASTE THE BLOODY HATRED!

I can’t think,

I can’t focus,

I can’t speak right.

COME AND BURN WITH ME!

I try to talk to people,

I try to reason with them.

But the pull away in fear,

Then it’s too late.

I WON’T HURT YOU….. DIIIIIEEEE!!!!

All I see is their bloody corpse.

Lying on the ground, staring back.

I try to remember,

I try to forget.

GET READY FOR A RIBCAGE SLAUGHTER!

They come and grab me.

Two of them are now dead.
They inject me,

My eyes roll back in my head.

I’LL KILL YOU AAAALLLL…….

I can’t seem to find it.

It’s not in my head.

I keep doing things unkind,

I think…. I’ve lost my mind.