Something is horribly wrong with me.
Everyone can see it.
They will not tell me.
Because you can see it.
But me,
Myself cannot.

When I feel this way
I try and think
I'm not sure what about
I just completely zone out
Lost in deep thought
...but I can't seem to remember any of it.

Grasping onto the person’s throat
Choking the very life out of them
A smile cross’s this  face of mine
Their very last breath of air escapes

As the grip dissipates, it fades
Taking the knife and continuing
Stabbing over and over again

The blood splatters everywhere
The smile returns with each stab
This feeling of joy is indescribably

Pity on those that will never know
This feeling of not pain but, joy
Squeezing the last breath out

Constantly  called insane but,
Am merely misunderstood by all
Being born into a world of pain
Always tormented without reason

Beaten, bruised, and bloodied
No remorse was given, why though
Why is everyone else treated different

Suffering is known quite well
The military cause’s it and it’s okay
But, when people like I cause it,

We get locked up for life
Tortured even more by these people
And we’re the ones called monsters
(Ghost9er)

Dragging the body’s down
Setting the pile a blaze
Such a thrill to us always
Smiling at the burnt corpses
Destroying all evidence

Sinful they say it was
But, we all find it joyful
A sense of happiness
Smiling as our deed is done

Once captured, we’re pained
Tortured constantly but,
They always call it therapy
If only the people had known
These fiends are the insane

What we did was unjust
We know and understand
But, they have no idea

Them torturing us is promoted
We’ve all paid our due’s

It’s not enough for them
Blood is payment to god

And so, this is why we suffer
Because, we are being tested
Of far more than our faith
(Ghost9er)

My heart is ash and my soul in ruins
This curse is to be forever my burden
Lost in the blackness of the despair
Torment that has consumed my very soul

Twisted in unreal contorted formations
Unheard from the world yet existing here
Blood crazed and temperamentally insane
Mindlessly working like a wind-up toy

Itched raw to the bone being expressionless
Feelings of a burning sensation filling up
Beginning to craze the pain caused by it
(Ghost9er)

Bloodied nightmare’s torturing the mind
Constantly injected with more than lie’s
Torn up inside from the soulless demons

Monsters posing as those wishing to help
Always silencing the righteous and true
The truly insane aren't inside this place

The mentally insane are normal and average
Acting as everyone else would but, not always
Having joyful pleasure’s through others pain

****** deep into the darkness of suffering
No hope of escaping the shadows that swarm
As they grasp onto your very soul, dragging you

Down into the very depths of this hellish place
(Ghost9er)

An old abandoned cemetery lays at rest just beyond the trees.
It’s a forgotten place where life ceased long ago.
All that exists now is mostly covered in a white fog.
This is all I saw only two days ago.

I heard faint sounds but they weren't eerie.
They were serene like something experienced with white noise.
The souls which were once lost had now been found.
This is what I heard only two days ago.

It's not like today, now two days later, where I see people trying to find their way.
I sense they’re the new lost souls.
(D.s.w.)