A Collection of Short Things

Psycho

Life isn't easy, diagnosed as a psychopath.
Your urges lead you, as doctors say: "Down the wrong path."
"Life is precious", hmph. What a fucking joke.
Dear people who say this, I really hope you choke.

The feelings are getting stronger, and eventually I'll snap.
Like the neck of my next victim, they'll get more than just a slap.
I leave my home-made prison, escaping so I can hunt.
I spot someone on the street, and grab the little cunt.

I drag her to my lair, my hand over her mouth.
I tie her to a chair, and kick her 'down south'
"Quick, or painful? I'll let you make a choice."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!" I really hate her voice.

"You, will die quickly, your voice is fucking torture."
I cover her mouth, and slap her to stop her muffled screams short.
I grasp her head at the top and grab her by her chin.
I begin to twist her head and then she starts gasping.

Her head turns and bends, until I hear a loud "Crack!"
I dispose of the body, and hope my urges stay back.
I never in my life wanted to be like I am.
But it's sure as hell fun to murder people when I can.

Eventually I'll get caught. It's inevitable.
But the police have to catch me first, and I'm no fool.
Wait, what's that knocking on my door? Oh fuck it's the police.
I grab my knife, and run out of the back door, jumping fences as I please.

Who the fuck told them? What do I do?
I barely care, 'cause all I know is I'M COMING FOR YOU.