Mind Of A Maniac Poem by Derrick Andrews

Malevolent, devious aspirations,
The will to do, evil,
These barbaric recollections,
The need to, refill,
This dark inner burning,
This absence of pleasure,
The inhuman yearning,
For pain beyond measure,
Strange wants have beheld me,
I can do nothing but yield,
In my mind I can see,
Soldiers dying in the field,
Mothers crying upon the birth,
Of a child unwanted,
An obese man despising his girth,
A foolish child living on, undaunted,
The morally weak,
Taking their own lives,
Reaching their peak,
And scaling down it with knives,
The strong overcome pain,
Utilize it as a weapon,
And your sanity will remain,
But your inner evil beckons,
Cater to it,
Decapitate the wrong doer,
Roll his head into a pit,
Then your opposition is one fewer,
Do you not want this?
If not, you are feeble,
Live in demonic bliss,
Massacre random people,
Unleash your rage upon your enemies,
Wish death upon your foes,
Let their blood pour out like raging seas,
Inhabited by their woes,
The formidable strike second,
The desperate strike first,
Complete your final errand,
Quench your blood thirst.