Psychotic Lately, my stray thoughts are starting to become more clear Whispering the same things they once did before But somehow, it's darker this time I can hear them in the depths of my core They're telling me to do vile things If I told you, I would be locked away They're chanting to pick up a weapon To choose my victims before May They used to shout at me to harm myself Now, they have changed their aim I'm not sure if I can do what they wish To murder, frighten, & maim Of course, why would the others suspect The quiet, fragile country girl For the devil to whisper into her ear To make her morals whirl Just the thought of their cries for mercy Brings a grin upon my angelic-looking face I know how evil it may seem But, I shall complete my task with grace
