My eyes burn red, from the pounding in my head.
Crimson drips from my fingers tips, I can taste it on my lips.
My jaw is tight, from clinching with all my might.
Pleased with the carnage I have caused, I obey no man’s law.
Seething with pleasure, no pain can be measured.
Bones are broken, flesh is torn.
A new psychopath has just been born.
Chunks I tear out, with my teeth,
On your best day, I can’t be beat.
Patients I have none, they all are gone.
Snapping off digits, just like a fern frons.
My heart beats fast, the sweat is pouring.
What I do, is far from boring.
Prison no way, I’m not going.
For my talents I won’t be showing.
To myself, I’ll keep it all.
This I’m sure will prevent my fall.