David Samuel Nixon III

You’re disgusting and sadistically mad
The way you stab and cut and grin is sick
Everyone knows you are evil and bad
They do not think about what makes you tick
Something is not right in that brain of yours
You choke, you beat, you torture those around
It is getting hard to keep track of scores
How long before they make no more **** sound?
You frighten me in ways I can’t explain
I shake with fear when you call me to you
From you I expect only immense pain
I am sure that all the others did too
Unexpectedly I am alive still
All because of that one little white pill