psycho
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I'm a broken man,
living but barely hanging on to this ledge.
I'm undead,
heart still beating,
but unfocused on this path ahead.
I wish I could make admins,
with all the tortue you put me in.
The sun is asleep and the moon is only half awake.
My mind is blurry and my heart is half paced.
Crickets are chirping in slow motion as I ascend into open space.
I love you
you drive me mad
I love you
I hate this feeling
But I love you more than I hate what you do
You have my heart
captured my soul
Took my breath away
You bring out the psycho in me,
the hot-tempered child in me
sending me back 15 years to crying to only obtain cravings
You bring out the psycho in me,
Here comes a feat of boots dressed in gold
Clad in a uniform just as bold
Keys wrapped in paper cloth
Hands wrapped in gauze
Bloodshot eyes tinker chilled
Yet he stays willed
He stared at the mirror untilhis reflection moved differentthus revealing his enemythis doppelganger hiddenbehind his dresser glass.He punched—shattered itscattering this entity into
My American psycho likes to kiss.
My American psycho likes me to be his.
My American psycho needs me to love him.
My American psycho is so stupid.
He has a dark, dark soul.
Behind my smiles
My good deeds
My leadership
My love for others
Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me
Who seek my guidence
Behind all that i am
I am paranoid
Screams can be heard
the obliterate stares of those
who don't have a clue
do they really
do you
The bloody fingernails
scrape the chalk board
and the spine tingling sound