Mind Of A Killer Poem by Austin Moore

Blood sprays on my cheek, I’ll deal with it later
This couple’s my cheese and I’m their cheese grater

By the clothes they’ve got on, I assume newly wed
Its too bad that her dress got soaked as she bled

I just do it to silence the voice
Some call it a conscience, I call it noise

A psychiatric ward is where I belong
I know in my head; that there’s something wrong

To me, this isn’t some sort of messed up little game
I need to because you left me standing in the rain