Unnatural Desires Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Tell me oh tell me do you want a pysco.
A social misfit.
Super fablous fantastic.
Mentally erratic.
All I hear is the static.
Vividly imagining skulls cracking.
A sound that excites, a sound invites and bites at the same time.

So tell me, oh tell do you really want pysco.
An alter ego that changes as it goes.
Is he jeckle or hide this time?
Is it torture or murder on his mind?
With whips and chains, violent sex lites the fires but never fills the desire.
Pulling out solid teeth with a pair of rusty plyers.

So tell me, oh tell how you want another pysco.
The pain the feeds, breeds the unholy seed.
Breaking bread with satan for another day.
Tell him how you yet again come to play.
The higher the stakes the better.
No moral compass.
No right or wrong.
A junkie for the rush.
No matter the consquences.
No sequence, rhyme, or reason.

Tell me, oh tell me, if you will please on your knees.
A beggar to the stone.
Winding up dead or all alone.
Making up excuses.
Saying it is because you come from a broken home.
Indulgence and tolerance from a from the faceless anarchist.
Bringing some gasoline and crossing a couple wires.
Haunting screams, and a pugnant stench burning flesh.
This life is a constant fight against death.
Yet we reach out for it not because it's what we need, but because of how little achieve.

If you want pysco, thats not me.
Even on my darkest night, my most desperate moment.
I'll choke on it before ill give into those emotions.
It's not a reluctance to induluge in a little self destruction.
But a reflection outward of what is lies deep inside.
I will not hide that I'm just trying survive.
If that's not enough, then you want too much.