Scrambled Brains

I have no marbles or elevator

I live in a world of black, white and dread

I find fear to be a stimulator

rip you to pieces painting myself red

love the feel of it all over my skin

enjoy feeding my dogs the flesh I shred

to you a loss but to me a win win

I have some pretty sick thoughts in my head

then came a doctor impersonator

who was to make me better but instead

ended up being an instigator

I do all of the things that are unsaid

hearing screaming at night makes my head spin

I smell the terror in your body spread

I'm overwhelmed I can't wait to begin

I have some pretty sick thoughts in my head

people call me the exterminator

I'm looking for someone to behead

I am not sheep I am a predator

I don't stop 'til they're properly bled

you should have seen what I've done to my twin

I dissected him before he was dead

simple minded people call it a sin

I have some pretty sick thoughts in my head

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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