what the **** do i think about
that makes me want to think these things
what brings these dreams
at night
shades no more sunlight
i cannot see through the window
why is this in my mind
these things that i think so twisted
tornadoes and avalanches tsunamis and destruction
dark horses ridden by men wishing to ****
black faces
eyes glowing
what are these thoughts i cannot escape
why do they keep my mind up
why do i think of gruesome images
and bodies *****
mangled
heads sawed
eyes popped
torture
is what it is
i must enjoy it
why do i like to see these things
and feel these things
when i see them
if they make me feel
criminal
the pain is minimal
when i let them flow by
like leaves on a river
and do not grasp on
to the evil that is within
must avoid it
at all costs
and never carry out
those thoughts