Confessions of a Psychopath (Part 4)

I pity thee.
Yes you, you ordinary person.
So naive and content.
Obsessed with your small unimaginative world full of drones.
People, showcasing their ostensibly happy lives on social media, masquerading complete bullshit as insight and enlightenment.
Faking intimacy in a virtual reality.
Drinking tasteless, overpriced coffee and calling it palatable.
I pity thee.

“Round and round we go,
A swirl of colours and sounds 
Trapped, in an abyss full of snow
‘Til I feed you to the hounds.

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Confessions of a Psychopath (Part 3)

I’m about to be lynched.
Yeah, you have a good case, your own assumptions.
You think I deserve it.
After all, I killed her.
You think I’m vile, deranged, bad.
But don’t make your mind up just yet.
If there’s one thing I know, it’s that good and bad are relative concepts.
They aren’t conflicting. They are brothers.
Sometimes when you’re in luck, you get good old righteousness.
But more often than you think, its the other.
Me? I made my own fate. I adopted evil.
I commenced immortality.
And I’m not done yet.
I’ll be back.

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Confessions of a Psychopath (Part 2)

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Do you know about last night’s call?
There’s a woman in the fridge, is all,
Nothing to worry, she just took a fall,
There’s blood on the carpet and in the hall
You were the one who witnessed it all,
The woman, ain’t she a charming doll?

Mirror mirror on the wall,
You saw what I did, time to make your call
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I saw my reflection, it said it all.

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Confessions of a Psychopath (Part 1)

Every night
Before he went to sleep
He wished, that he wouldn’t wake up,
The next day,
The problem, he realised,
Was that he got too attached,
He was too nice to everyone,
And everyone took him for granted.

He cared for them,
And he trusted them,
They used him when they needed him,
And when their need was over,
They cast him out…like a leper,
Without a single thought,
that day, he realised,
that everything he believed in was complete blasphemy.

Frustration simmered inside him,
All of that pent-up rage and anger boiled up in him,
Slowly, patiently,
Chewing on him from inside,
Like a tumour of the brain,
Until one day, he couldn’t take it any more,
And he opened up, and let loose.

Years of anger and frustration
Leading to this moment,
All his rage rushed out,
Like an over-flowing vessel,
And without a thought for anyone,
He screamed, and tore at his hair,
He couldn’t take it any more,
He had to make things right.

The next day,
He set out with only one thing on his mind
Devoid of all remorse and empathy,
A macabre smile on his face,
A new manipulative personality
And a knife hidden in his overcoat,
Life seemed so much better, now that he knew what he had to do.

Why should he apologise for the person he was? No one ever apologised for making him that way.

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