The
Thoughts Of A Psychopath
I am alone, so very alone.
Even the TV mocks me.
With its twisted smiles and cheerful thinking,
forced down our throats and into an unwillingly,
yet impressionable minds.
I
hold the knife to my wrist, admiring how
exquisite it looks and how beautuful it all is.
I
know how extraordinary I feel.
It was then I realized something,
and I began to giggle
It was not I who had to stop existing.
but “them” They are the ones who cause all of my problems
It was their fault that things are what they are, They are
the ones who are fucked up, ...not me. no, not me
.
Ouch
WHAM
The force of reality hitting me can be compared to an elephant
falling to the ground. When its descent started from 1000
feet in the air, its not a pretty sight.
Once locked in my hollow cube of childhood, I was safe. My
haven world leak, causing me to hold tighter to its structure.
Until the only thing left would be an explosion into the real
would.
Ouch.
Reality Hurts.
Mixed in with responsibility, daytime TV and other unspeakable
horrors. The everlasting torment of traffic jams, evil bosses,
and Taxes. Oh God, please not the taxes.
The salad shooter cuts off my arm, and my computer sends subliminal
messages to me when I sleep. The cryptic languages of assemble
instructions heats my mind. A goes into B, B loops into C,
C must be fed the blood of a sacred rat on a full moon. AGHH!
Ouch
My Brain Hurts.
Constant mindless confusion! Our only hope is when we grow
old, where we can once again fall into those childhood actions.
Selfish, always crying, and logic never even seeps into our
mind.
Being Senile has never seemed so beautiful, as it does when
one is forced to hear words of stupidity flies form peoples
mouths. If only there was enough duck tape in the world, to
close those holes of ceaseless chatter.
Ouch,
My Ears Hurt
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