Mutilated



You say to me that you love to hurt people
And are a maniacal and dark hearted beast
But I could not care for that, or you in the least,
Of the trauma you cause others and me

There are people like you
All without clues
As to who their true victims are

Angry their actions, their souls are scared
From every sin and atrocity committed
You maim, and murder, torture and kill
Sometimes for justice, sometimes for thrill

I will tell you now of slaughter’s mindset
Is to blind one to all their regret
Spread wickedness, passion and lies
In red fog one feels not at all
The pain and suffering they collect

When you said you would slice
Every last boy and girl, who can not put up a fight
Your words themselves, ravage you well
Invisible your mock hell.

If you don’t understand
What you build grand…
A tower, tall of hate
For the more you kill
Tear down and steal
The more you slaughter yourself

Inside, you find
There isn’t much to life
Mayhem and carnage galore!

But everything else, is luxury
What else? Do you need anything more?

But to torture and maim
Showing your shame
At the emotions that you never could hide
Sick obsession or deadly regression
To a childish state in time

In the end it is me
Who will laugh in glee
Watching you wither and writhe
For throughout the years
It is more than quite clear
You have mutilated yourself
With pride