Am I a horrible human being for contemplating murder?
Set out to kill the unhinged man, simply for having a mental health disorder?
The initial breaking and entering was only at first an impulsive trigger
But then I destroyed his entire home, down to its bricks and mortar.
Although this man is the soul to my being, I just need a little break
I begged to be left alone, as I’m not sure how much more I can take
Thoughts are pounded and driven into my brain like a large stake
I hollered “please flip the hammer around and pull it out for fuck sake”
My plan? I would put on a Halloween mask to hide my true identity
Gloves and a alibi, I think that’s all I need to avoid doing time for a felony,
Should I then stage the scene to look like the gun went off accidentally?
Or should I make him write a suicide note, typed of course, for legibility.
This proves that after I’m dead I will still care what you think of me
Also proof that these nonsensical reflections can’t and won’t leave me be
It’s a sick, sad feeling that I have a profound need to go on a killing spree,
just to stop the arguing and shut up the voices inside, just so I can feel free.
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