Twisted Mind

Only the sick understand, The twisted mind.

There is a man, with chains and knives.

Feel the breeze run up your spine.

I drink the blood of those i find.

I eat their souls and rob them blind

I tear the flesh right of their eyes

In my head, there is no crime.

Only art, i seek it's pride.

skulls, and bodies all alike.

Atlast, my work is in it's prime.

Looks to me your out of time.

The Boogey man will make you cry .

I stick and twist, that, which has shine.

Say no more, just say good night.

Only the sick, can understand, my twisted rhymes