In his head, he sees a genocide
Feeling no pity for those who died
Yet he shame himself for being so cruel with hardly any mercy
Drinks the blood, without being thirsty
His mind is twisted
Confused with all these symptoms listed
He wants to deny
But he still doesn\'t know if it\'s the truth or a lie
A lie he can either condone or defy
Sometimes help is beyond psychiatric
He needs a real connection to clear the static
Suffering with mental illness
He feels hopeless
But hope looks him in the eyes and tells him he can do this
They may assume and rebuke
But intentions aren\'t sickening, but still make him puke
Things always change
But in his eyes, life will always be strange.