I am the poet

You say I should no longer write
of war and drugs holding you tight
of war and famine and pestilence blight
when death comes killing over night
you say my mind's going astray
there's things I can think though should never say
is this how mind
will forever stay
oh do you really
feel this way

well my mind's a killing in this war
my heart is blackened at it's core
I can no longer stay sane for
these thoughts of mine
are killing more
killing one
by the shore
killing two
through the brain
killing several
now there is
a thousand more at my feet slain

I've stayed untamed all of this time
killing three and six and nine
you wonder where and when I'll stop
though was never
any line
I've finally come out of the closet
this rage of mine I can't pause it
even though you refuse to know
I cannot be tamed
I am the poet.