From My Mind To Yours

Twisted

Roots of a tree

Can be described as bare

Or also alive

But most of all twisted

Twisted like the souls of many

And some become more

Twisted than others

Though all souls are twisted

Some less than others

But no soul is left untouched

By the world's iron grip

Or the laughter of your peers

Eventually you start to boil inside

Until finally it becomes too much

By that time you lash out

By doing something

Something you wouldn't normally do

And that moment

Is the moment your soul

Becomes corrupted and twisted

Some people give in to their sins

And they just keep falling

Others become something other than human

They become monsters

Happy with the lain of others

Happy by making people suffer

Making them squirm under their grasp

Having them beg for mercy

Causing tears that will streak faces

Blood that will pour from wounds

That brings satisfaction to them

To the beings with twisted souls

Though they no longer

Have a soul to be twisted