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.
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Author:
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Inside the mind of a monster.
Mugs
Thanks for reding Mugsdaddy..
Made me think of Las Vegas.
He may well have been sick but help is there, why kill innocent people.
Some people are not helped by so called mind consultants.
They are let loose on society.
Some people tell no one of their maddening mind.
They are free to do horrendous things.
It is a mad bad world.
An unpredictable world.
The sorry part is, as you say, innocent people do suffer.
And will suffer in this spinning ball of madness.
Thanks for comment.
Why, yes. It\'s enough to make one say \'Burn in....... now, monster\'! You know, the same we can feel about child abusers, etc. Except we're not the final judge.
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