You step out of your house
and begin to head north.
The sickest thoughts fill your head,
thoughts of pain, blood, and gore.
Your green eyes flicker left and right,
like the quick tongue of a viper.
Your hoodie sleeves are stained dark red
your convictions frantic and hyper.
Slowly and silently you walk,
the black night sky above
Your blood-stained knife hidden in your pocket;
you just can't get enough.
As you make your way down the street,
your shadow trails behind.
You **** joyfully and remorselessly,
causing death to what you find.
The wind is filled with the scent of death
Steam pumps out with every breath
Murdering your friends and family
you've lost all your humanity
Now only one accompanies you on your quest:
Your insoluble insanity.