I'm psychotic,
You say it like
I don't know.
You think I can't see it?!
I know I'm insane,
As if my scars wouldn't
Give that away.
I know I'm psychotic,
Thank you very much.
The blood on my hands,
Covering my face,
Still warm and wet,
Is a hint, if you need it.
I kill people.
It's what I do.
I love it.
The bloodlust.
The power.
The death
In your
Eyes.
I'm psychotic,
I went insane some time ago.
I stopped fighting,
Gave up any hope
That anything better
Was waiting.
Never lose hope.
Or you'll be psychotic.
Like me.
YOU ARE READING
Musings of the Insane
PoesieThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
