my
twisted thoughts are abysm
they're
echoing inside my head
makes
me crazy drives me insane
I
feel happy inflicting pain
so
I'm sick like the doctors said
think
I'd have an aneurysm
then
a sudden cataclysm
it
happened when I was in bed
envisioned
a person in chains
and
putting poison in their veins
remove
their eyes before they're dead
waiting
for paroxysm
no
one's safe, everyone's game
to
me they're flesh bags with no names
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