My bric-a-brac mentality,
head spinning like rotisserie,
my thoughts and actions symphony,
perceived-to-most a mystery.
Sick I plead sinfully,
the jury have-it-in for me,
the-most-dangerous-man apprehended,
in way-over-a-century,
breaking form penitentiaries,
where I-was-never meant to-be,
this is-the-way I feel,
inside wasn’t meant-for-me.
I’m not your regular predator,
I’m ten times cleverer;
I used leather to tether my victims,
then sever their thick limbs,
wherever I picked, grim?
Whatever,
I fit in wherever.
And break in,
I’m clever,
and slip in,
through thick skins,
into the minds of my victims,
spreading out like fungus,
filtering sadistic
idealistic sick shit
amongst us and our youngest,
my fan base is humongous,
and It’d be unjust,
to deprive my gun lusts;
inevitably I’d sink under,
my life’d become just,
so bottomless;
I’d kill my psychologist.
A novice lobotomist,
for calling me insane,
and drowning my veins,
with Prozac to sustain,
the synonym;
taking all my meds at once
and tucking into him,
pricking his skin;
death threats in brail.
Overnighting his body
to his kids in the mail.
Introduce them to hell,
my hell unveiled.
Maybe by sharing my pain,
I’d be less derailed.
No one knows the aggravations,
trying tribulations,
I’ve been facing,
I spend each day running,
hiding then waiting,
finding stations to wait in,
cracking out my spoon,
and doing my own kind’a chasing.
I heard on the tv,
they think I’m the kind of creature,
deprived child hood,
abused by a catholic preacher,
that I wasn’t raised; had no teacher,
and have grown up to become one;
a childhood leacher...
… so I reached through the speaker,
and gutted the news reader.
Stepping up the heat,
I would rather die at my age,
than spend the rest of my life in a 5 by 4 cage.
I’m not mental,
I take smack to mellow the roids rage.
A cell is no place to spend an existence engaged,
even if your considered by the presiding majority
to be diabolically depraved;
and of sickening quality.
Fuck them taking my life
for the life of another unmade,
I’m not their slave.
I’m gone.
I’m lost;
Mislaid.
