P5ych0 Poem by Gabriel Clark

Psycho

Sick, corrupted
am I.
Love to be mad,
Mad to be loved.

Questions of life,
But no answers
The noise wont stop,
Should I turn it off,
Or should I destroy it

Kill, Kill
murder for fun
Make a stream of blood with my gun,

They say you can’t spell slaughter without laughter,
But at least it has something to do with happily ever after.

Burn,
Burn,
Burn to the ground,
I like my clowns with a terrible frown.

If I smile,
You should beware,
‘Cause I’ll kill you without a care.
Go on, try to dare,
It’ll only lead to your despair

Oh how wonderful screams,
Brings me joy,
(which is most unlikely for me)

Humans give me such a thrill,
Words have power,
I use mine to kill

They say I’m psycho,
I say it’s true,
Beware of my madness,
‘Cause you’ll end up psycho too! ! ! !