Killing for the music and the music kills his pain-Psycroptipath mentally he's screaming as his life drives him insane -Psycroptipath judgement reigns upon him from those higher in the chain -Psycroptipath urges burning deep inside to go against the grain-Psycroptipath They take it all away, those drones who control his life programmed to deaden his soul, those dressed in suits taking hold masters of his life, though only nine 'til five, day is just as the night, each day as it ends, it is only the start returning from that place, he again becomes alive enters a place called home, to rest his bones turns to his music device, brings it to life It fills him- soothes his soul Hears the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind- cleans his mind echoes the scream, grips his seat, feels his heart-beat faster he's so warm-but unstable-his rhythms changed-a beat unleashed Something's flowing ten-fold when he does this every night -Adrenaline over-active substance makes reality insane-Psycroptipath blindly he's controlled by fluid flowing in his veins-Unnaturally mentally he's swimming in a psychopathic dream- Psycroptipath now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, revenge is his mask feels the dark urges to kill, it excites him so he will not be calm, until he sees the flow leaves his home and slips into the darkened nighttime, prowls the streets intends to find some suited satans his moments of insanity are still directed revenge is his motive and he knows his target he sees two demons- leaving their day-nest their place for torture- paid for their pleasure controlling hundreds- gods in the daylight A dark alley beckons- they answer its call his breath quickens- as does his heart upon them in an instant, knife in his hand reaction so slow- rips them to shreds Now their time- expired- they wasted life- dimmed lights- now they're essentially- powerless flesh carved from the bones, insides exposed wished he'd heard them moan, he saw them bleed Now he feels so mentally drained, flow has stopped now revenge is attained he starts stumbling in the direction of his home, his mind is in pieces but he still feels so complete, he must rest soon his body is weakening, temporarily ruined by his mental state As he returns home his mind is back in reality and the judgement he inflicted is now coursing through his mind turns in over in his head as he does this every night when he gets high from aural infliction of that pounding music he knows what he does is wrong though it feels right, but he will never feel guilt for in his mind- he is the victim
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