Psychasthenia: A Life Black Nights

The Poem of a Madman

Hunting in the night,

I search madly for my prey,

whether its death is by insanity

or suffocation in the

mind of my

mindless psychasthenic wonder.

Refusal for a bond

shall lead him to suffer.

Putrid mortals question

my tactics

for which I find

my mate,

but I just laugh

and spit

in the face of society.

On this paper,

I burn torture,

satisfaction,

crazed love,

and demented desires.

This is the poem

of a mad madman,

which is read

by the madman himself.