Madness

Madness By Ankit

I’m deep in soul depression,
Impossible expression,
I cannot say or tell but go unleash my own aggression.
I’m cast alone in fear,
And there’s nobody near,
And so I turn to kills where satisfactions reappear.

I may be seen as mad,
But I’ve got reasons to be sad.
For time is lost and hope is gone,
And there’s no room for me to mourn.
I cannot say that I am blest,
I’m lost and helpless in my mess
While no one helps the need and helpless,
I am drowning in my madness.

I want an axe so I can lop your knob right off your shoulders,
I want you bound and crushed beneath the weight of massive boulders.
I want to break your limbs, and twist them off then I impale you,
I want to grind your bones into the dust till I inhale you.

I may be seen as mad,
But I’ve got reasons to be sad.
For time is lost and hope is gone,
And there’s no room for me to mourn.
So I admit I failed the test,
For self control to be the best.
Because I’m drowning in my sadness,
Going down in my own madness.

For people have been reckless,
The simple souls are jealous,
Enslaving in a palace magnifying every madness.
I wander in a fit,
I’m lost within the pit.
I’m crying out and yelling out but no one gives a shit.

I want to ooze your brains and mash them with my fingertips,
I want to drown the floor with blood till I have soaked my lips.
I want to wrench your corpse till deep within disfiguration.
I want to gnash your guts, till glowing red and hot with friction.

I may be seen as mad,
But I’ve got reasons to be sad.
For time is lost and hope is gone,
And there’s no room for me to mourn.
So I’ll enjoy this killing fest,
While people die I’ll simply jest.
Till streets are soaked and borne in redness,
Unleashing of my own madness.