• Insanity -

    Hallways flooded in crimson fluid
    Walls smeared with the rotting flesh
    of frailties
    Massacred for personal amusement

    Rooms filled with never ending screams
    Those shrill voices never ceasing
    driving all insane
    with a hunger like madness

    Instruments of destruction
    Paralysing emotions like the coming
    of a disaster
    Like a torrential hurricane
    tearing through those called
    "victims"

    Sharp edges
    blunt sides
    leather straps
    steel utensils
    a lingering aroma
    of disinfectant and preserving alcohol
    Cruely mimiking those sacred buildings
    of healing -sanity-

    Never conquer thyself
    wander thy own mind
    banished to a life of misery
    only to be filled with the violent screams
    of another raped child
    Or gutted mother
    maybe even the bold father
    strapped down and opened up
    like a cotton sack on Halloween

    A game for those who laugh
    A sport for those who believe
    Something never seen by those not involved


    Who's next in line(?)
    Maybe you.
    Waiting to see if you'll be sliced
    layer by layer
    to nothing
    But the bliss you know you'll feel
    Once it comes upon you.

    Psychosis -

    Walls smeared with the gore
    of your own spoiled heart
    Too much to give
    Not enough to take
    So you steal what you can see
    What you can't see(?)
    destroy it

    Sordid amusement, lying within a house
    Filled with the voices of the dead
    Unashamedly spilling your secrets
    You can't kill that which doesn't exist
    so kill that which does
    Stop them finding out your secrets

    Knifes, axes, guns
    To you boring
    You prefer your hands and teeth
    ripping your loved ones
    piece my piece
    turning them to dust you can keep forever

    But your not unintelligent
    Thus far you've never been caught
    How?
    Easy it has not happened
    yet it has happened
    Explain that to the selfish cowards
    that try to analyse you behind cold doors