#psychopath
PSYCHOTIC,
INSANE,
DERANGED,
and UNSTABLE,
DELUSIONS,
CONFUSION,
WACKO,
and, A ******
A NUTJOB, and CUCKOO,
WHEN YOU ARE
SO FEARFUL,
AFRAID OF WHAT IS NOT,
GOT US HEARING AN EARFUL,
you thought you
saw something,
cos
OF YOUR OWN THOUGHTS,
seeing SPOOKS, and THE UNNATURAL,
a LITTLE BIT OFF,
You are VERY UNHINGED,
HEARING VOICES IN YOUR HEAD,
up In your OWN MIND,
DON'T LET THE PARONIA WIN,
GET A GRIP, and TOUGH SKIN,
cos
WHATEVER THEY SAY:
tell them
"NO!!!"
YOU'RE NOT REAL
and
GO FAR, FAR AWAY,
GET OUT OF MY CONSCIENCE,
YOU CAN NO LONGER STAY,
YOU ARE CREEPIN US OUT,
WITH SUCH A FIXED STARE
as if SOMETHING is INVISIBLE
STANDING RIGHT THERE,
YOU'RE IN SUCH A FRANTIC,
You are SERIOUSLY LOSING IT,
Having us in a panic,
COS,
of your
SCHIZOPHRENIC,
but that's OK,
Help is on the way,
JUST BE SURE TO TELL THOSE
PSYCHOPATHS
TO STAY FAR AWAY!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/26/2025
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 8:55 PM UTC
I may not feel your emotions, but I can still feel mine
I do not say these things to you, do I?
And for the record, I don’t enjoy it when you cry
I am merely satisfied
That you get what you deserve
For treating me so poorly
And playing pin-the-blame, while claiming you were justified
In screaming, yelling, throwing hands
While I sit watching patiently
Face blank, composed, while you insult me
Pretending I don’t shake inside
Pretending I can take the noise
pretending my breathing is still steady
Watching you with perfect poise
Frozen in my peaceful stare
As you berate me for things beyond my control
Waiting until I cannot bear
Then striking back without a care
Or so it seems, as I rip you to shreds, and you scream and cry and I brace myself
For getting blamed for fighting back, for standing strong
Because I refuse to be bullied
Still pretending I don’t care
Pretending I am an inferno
Instead of a dying candle
Crushed in angry hands
Blown out by icy wind
Of those who claim to take care of me
I am not a psychopath
I am the only stable one in current company
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
You're literally a psychopath
For making me feel like that
And thinking that it's ok
And that I'm gonna forgive you
I'm amazed at the audacity
For thinking you'd do that to me
And not feeling bad at all
And thinking I'd still give you
The time of day
And not send you on your way
Like you deserve
Because consequences don't exist
And in your head I know you're sick
And maybe I feel bad for you
And everything that we've been through
But I'm telling you this is it
You're gone, deleted, with one click
Jul 5, 2022
Jul 5, 2022 at 12:04 AM UTC
I quietened the couple next door,
so you could sleep.
I swallowed the crackling fire,
so you could sleep.
I made the bed and
fluffed the pillows,
so you could sleep –
after burying the bodies
of the dogs who no longer yap
or the children who
no longer scream.
I absorbed the night-time freeze
and the searing warmth
so you could sleep.
And you kept sleeping.
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 11:01 PM UTC
During combat to the death,
is maybe the only moment when you can gauge,
the true potential of the human drive.
Only at that moment, you realize
the ecstasy in warm dripping blood,
in feeling the last of a beating heart,
in granting the end to a soul in terror.
The two possibilities in question,
the drive to hunt and the need to survive,
both stand on the same pedestal of reality,
both value the same in the scale of nature.
but that scenario persists only,
until one realizes their true potential to play God.
It is at this moment of fear of mortality,
it is at this moment when one can see life leaving a vessel,
this moment makes the hunter realize,
the inability of God over Death.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 5:15 AM UTC
To fulfill a psychopath’s pleasurable dream while under psychological stress is rather an unorthodox way to keep your mind ******* on tight.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 4:19 AM UTC
I watched you pour out the gasoline
I held the matches in my hand
We danced and laughed
Like musical chairs
I won
Handed you a match
Watched you step back
Light it
And we laugh
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
I am a freak, that’s what I am. That’s all I am and all I’ll ever be. (I have to embrace it)
Haven’t you been told so? Haven’t you been warned?? Huh???
A rebel from birth. A mental, emotional and spiritual abomination, I pray upon my physical appearance.
Whilst making my image rot from the inside out and from the outside in.
I’m going through phases of my own. I have dark times myself too. Very DARK.
I hate the very sight of this world. I have taken on monsters at times and they've beat me. This time for good.
I can’t take this anymore. I can’t go through this another day, another hour, another minute, another second.
It seems that all I ever do is done in vain. Nothing’s really going to change. Nothing will ever get better.
I’ll end up getting killed by my own stubbornness. By my own rebellious stance and natural lack of self-control.
They say free will does not exist and I agree. We are human-machines in a mechanical universe.
Our fate has been decided. Long time ago. By gods who were unjust. Disgusting. Immoral
How do you expect me to be perfect in a world who has only showed me its ugly face?
Wandering through life without any purpose. Without any kind of cause. Without a calling of some sort.
How am I supposed to rise among the world of men and women and win against them? Like this? Weak?? Defeatist mindset on the go???
I’m so sick of people at the same time. I want to **** everybody. I detest every living being and life itself.
I hate to go on living. I just have to accept that my life will carry on being a shitstorm, like this from now and on.
Who the **** made me like this?? Who messed me up so badly?? Who did it??? **** (Crying)
Somebody ****** me up real good! Some people ****** me up for life! I want to find out.
And the best revenge would be for them to be annihilated! For life! Yeah! That would be good!
Stupid imbeciles. I hate you. They time will come for when I’m going to rise from this restorative sleep of mine and then you’ll see for yourself. Who the **** am I!
Will this fight ever stop man? I’m tired of going against the grain. Swimming against the river.
Tell me, Oh wise man, what have you learned from life? Is it worth the effort? The pain? The tears??
I don’t know if I’ll ever win this game. Again I don’t know where I’m going or what I want out from all of this? Where do I stand in all of this madness???
Maybe I just need to let all hell to break loose and let go of inhibitions and rules. To imbue my body and actions with the eternal magic, of my darkest self.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
While out on a walk with a seer,
The maid froze while on the first mile.
"This is not a good place to remember,"
She said with a nervous smile.
~
A fearsome crack
A cry of wrath
A bright red droplet on the path
~
"This is not a safe place to be stepping,"
The maid said, with a frightened glance.
"We had better run home and regroup, friend;
We shouldn't leave this to chance."
~
A cheshire grin
A shatt'ring cry
A nightmare socket with a bloodshot eye
~
"Now, now, dear seer!" I told her.
"Calm yourself, you seem so distressed!
Retreating would be a failure indeed,
To press onward would surely be best."
~
A vicious slice
A gushing flood
A vital veinage, sweet lifeblood
~
I quelled her fears and she followed,
Despite her persistent doubt.
"Honestly," I softly muttered
"There's nothing to be frightened about."
~
A lifeless maid
A slackjawed bride
A headless creature with arms splayed wide
~
We travelled deeper and deeper
Through the path into the dark wood
We travelled so far, that if we were to shout
No creature would come if they could.
~
A loneliness
A fading light
A blackness like the dead of night
~
Here we stopped. "I need a rest,"
I said to her. She acquiesced.
She turned around. Such woe betide.
And so that foolish seer died.
With all her gifts
She could not see
That I was her true enemy.
My knife did slash.
And she did wail.
I grinned a grin.
I watched her flail.
I watched her fall
Down to the ground.
She made a scream,
Melodious sound!
My work was done.
Her head was gone.
In mine her song
Sung on and on.
I turned and left
That empty glade,
Where no one was
Except the maid.
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
Your mind is hurting your mind is in pain,
Struggle, fight on, but in vain,
I will make you see the truth that you are nothing but rain,
Your mind is turning crazy you're going insane!!!!
Find me in the murky forest full of dark secrets and gloom,
Go quick for while you search for me the thorns will bloom,
The darkness will rise, the forests will go cursed and old,
If you won't be quick enough you will turn to nothing but mold…
Quick enough to accept me as a friend,
Don't worry I have a hand that will lend,
But at the same time I'm a ghoul who is not even worth to be sand,
You are a saint, and!?
I curse the dark and the golden,
Make minds go messed up and all molden,
I deceive and hurt, coz I'm just trash,
I slay others, and I spread pain like rash…
The emerald forest is my happiest mood,
Find me there and I will be good,
I will explain why the darkness is my food,
I will explain why I'm so twisted, dark, and rude…
I always knew I was not worth enough,
Everything was ruined and broken when I tried to work out the stuff,
I hurt others and made others cry,
I knew it was better to hurt thyself and live than just quickly die…
So that's why I took myself to the role of cutting,
My mind is going crazy, my thoughts are rotting,
Turning cruel evil and cold as stone,
Dark thoughts and hatred are surging through my every bone…
I hurt the mind till they get angry and in rage,
Or if not, then I hurt them till the tears wet the page,
I show them how life is hard when you care,
Start living for yourself and finding joy in hurting, it's an order, not a dare!!!!
When you care you got no time for yourself and your troubles,
They pile up and they won't pop away like bubbles,
You get hurt when you care, you feel pain,
You always have thoughts of drowning in rain!!
So why don't you come and join the fun?
Brush away those silly thoughts of suicide and drop your gun,
Come on, live for yourself and only care about your life,
Someone bothering or annoying you? Well don't be stupid, stab them with a knife!!!!
We all have a dark side, we all have a piece of mind,
Why don't we start thinking only of ourselves and come to bind?
We can leave the emerald forest and share our secrets not,
We all, all are just meat that should just rot…
That's right, if you feel hurt, useless, and alone,
Then love the feeling, for you have the cruelty and darkness that you own!!
You know you are trash,
But at least you can spread on others the pain like rash…
Make them be lower than your soul,
It's alright. We are trash, but here is the cruelty and the darkness that plays the role,
We can hurt others till they go screaming and crazy,
Make them see the truth, make their vision be to the reality not foggy and hazy…
Show them what they really are,
Whether it takes a time of peace or a ****** war,
We will be trash from near and far,
Like reality shows us, we are a rusty nail, not a shining bright star…
We all hurt and deceive, hurting with truth and not lies,
Isn't it always pleasing to watch a child who knows the truth and cries?
We all are ghouls to the people who don't need to die,
We are demons and ***** to darkness, we make others scream in anger and from pain just cry…
I am just a rusty nail that hangs off from the belt,
Oh if you knew how much the pain felt,
Come on, I wanna say hello, open up the door,
Who is it? It's me, the thing that is nothing but to the darkness a simple nasty *****
~Mishka Wayz~
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC
Ruined by memories, ****** by life,
Burned with a torch, stabbed with a knife,
Standing on the mountain and staring at the blue,
Remembering how I killed you, thinking of you ~
My face burned with hate, my voice gone,
I'm all alone, a quadrillion against one,
I was born with death inside me, coz I'm a ghoul,
But I'm still a slayer, not a fool…
Remembering how I came to life coz of you,
You made me, you loved me too,
But I was born with darkness inside, whispering in the deepest corners,
Having thoughts to **** the weak, I wasn't into mourners…
I remember how you gifted me with a soul,
I was dying before, my heart a gaping emtpy hole,
You made me see love, see what is life,
But I was born a psychopath, so when I had a chance I stabbed you with my knife…
The soul you gave me, I made it dark,
Made it lifeless, cruel, and rough like hard bark,
I know I played my cards like losing Hell,
But hey, at least now, I live so well…
Getting to leave simpleness behind, getting to be crazy,
To the troubles and pain, my vision is going hazy,
I no longer care about others, I am all on my own,
The world against me, look at what I have grown…
Killing my mother gave me joy,
Coz I'm no longer a ************* boy,
I'm a ghoul, a psychopathic ***** who loves gore and pain,
I have now only one thing in mind; the blood is my rain…
Chewing on the gold I steal and get,
About what I did I never regret,
Coz a life is a life, it is not two three four five six seven, but only one,
Better enjoy it before it is gone…
Using the streets as a toy, by hurting ignoring and lying,
Wishing to **** someone, wishing to see them dying,
As I pull the hood over my face, I remember one thing,
My name is Illanth, and I stand as one, and live like a king.…
~ Mishka Wayz ~
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
Larry walked to the store,
To buy a pack of smokes,
He's had enough, he want's no more,
He's sick of everything; so he walked.
He entered through a stain'd glass door,
asked for his brand and waited a while.
He saw reflections on the floor,
He saw his ugly crooked smile.
He paid and was ready to head home,
but suddenly, there was a sound.
The glass broke as a brick was thrown,
and blood splattered all around.
Larry got up, his head was red,
He dragged himself out of the store,
Laughing loudly as he bled,
He lit a smoke and laughed some more.
He saw the guy who threw the brick,
Was it him,... well nevermind,
He yelled : ' Oi stop there you prick!'
And started rushing from behind.
They ran a good mile and a half,
before the guy was too weak to run,
Larry smoked and let out a laugh,
And said to his victim:'now you're done!'
Now, Larry angry as he was,
didn't go straight for the ****
He wanted to have some fun,
And he knew then that he will.
'Kneel' he screamed at the guy,
as he drew close step by step,
'Kneel or I swear you'll die!'
He shouted out this final threat.
The guy afraid beyond his mind,
kneeled and looked him in the eye,
The kick that followed made him blind,
And he only let out a sigh.
Again the blood shed on the floor,
As Larry struck the final stroke.
A man's life was here no more.
And Larry lit another smoke.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
Love is a war
Played like a game
These feelings are pawns
Marching to the flames
Burning passion blue
The blood trickles down
Who has time for fashion
When there are stains on the gown?
Her eyes weep gentle tears of blood in the cold and dead of midnight
Standing, shuttering, with the crimson stained knife in the candlelight
“I’m in love”, she whispered softly to the rag doll on the shelf
Smiling serenely, her insincerity masking her true self
With blood-stained hand and shifting eyes she lifts the butchered head
The sweet smell of death rotting intoxicating her evil spread
She slaughtered her love with the knife he gave her only the day before
All she wanted was to be with him forever and nothing more
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
To my dearest
Or so it would seem
This is the closest I can get to an apology
Because if I’m being honest
Which I rarely am
I’m not sorry
Not one bit
But it’s ok because you don’t know what I’ve done
You don’t know that I feel nothing for you
You don’t know that I’ve cheated on you time and time again and felt no remorse
You don’t know how many times I’ve told you I can’t talk, or that I can’t go on a date with you
Because I always have plenty of time to spare
But I just don’t want to spend it on you
The thing that would make you cry
Is that all I ever saw you as
Was a pawn on a chessboard
And I am incapable
Of seeing you as beautiful
Or loving you
Because I have come to realize
There is no beauty or love in this world
At least not for me.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
The difference:
The stupid turn to violence, because they know nothing else.
The desperate turn to violence, because they tried everyyhing else.
I turned to violence, because I was born deranged with a ****** up frontal lobe.
This I think makes me an Idol for the stupid and the desperate.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
To lie
To cheat
To steal
All to get what I want
Sounds like psychopathy and
Narcissism put together
I care about others
But more about my own goals
Good thing i have none
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
Mister psychopath
I can see through your facade,
faking innocence.
You want to hurt me,
tear me apart limb by limb,
to bathe in my blood.
to make me suffer,
it would make you laugh once more.
stay away from me!
Mister treachery,
you're a wolf in sheep's clothing,
you're not who you seem.
manipulating,
only using charm and wit?
that won't work again.
I'll overthrow you,
because you're no longer king!
I, the queen, mean war.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC