Social Path Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The swallow follows me
Like a sickening disease
I think it's looking for some feed
It looks so hungry
Splat goes such a pest
I'm not to be walked on
I'm the one with the cruelest intent
Hell bent on nothing better then utter destruction
All because I'm so mentally screwed up
Pluck me from the sky
On such an ugly canvas
Cause I'm not here to impress.
I'm not a success
So die when it matters
And when it don't for that little factor
I'm the out their trying get you when your tripping
When you drinking a little to much
When you don't when to shut up
When your stealing that car
I won't be far
With knife in hand intent on causing a fatality
From such a reality
I'm slightly psycho
I have an alternate ego
Such a pretty face
I could use the ears
The nose
The eyes
To give an old guy a surprise
And hopefully will have a heart attack and die
They will question why
Because I didn't like you
You and another dirty dozen
I'll drink your blood
As I button my sleeve
I'll feed my dog with the left over meat
Boy it taste so sweet
Watch as I retreat
Back into my darkness
In till another comes along
This is where I belong