Psycho Poem by Sam Edison

Awoken by the cries of angels

Lying in a pool of blood

The taste of death on my lips

From silencing hypocrites

Myself and my machete

Are the only things I love

The only things I trust

Satisfying my blood lust

I adore skinning their bodies

The music of their screams

A symphony of my dreams

Putting an end to all their schemes

Everyone is out to hurt me

So I eliminate them first

Revenge is all I thirst

And you think I’m the worst

They labeled me a psycho

But the quacks got me all wrong

No choice but to kill what’s harmful

In my world they don’t belong