Beside me an empty napoleon brandy bottle.
Inside me anger that does shake and rattle.
Outside a world that has made me this way.
No more with this world I will peacefully play.
The end is nigh.
My eyes manically cry.
I shoot with my gun.
Innocent people run.
Inside me rage.
I should be locked up in a cage.
Men women and children fall.
To the devil I demonically call.
Blood covered streets.
Die, my voice to innocent people greets.
Then my gun does empty.
My death toll plenty.
Then a single shot does open up my head.
I fall to the blood stained ground stone cold dead.
All this because my mind was sick.
My wounded mind the state did not want to lick.
The End.