Inside The Mind Of The Disturbed

I write about death, I write about pain.
Even about revenge.
I write for the sick and unspoken.
The broken and the bloodthirsty.

When all of a sudden I realize, I am sick.
I am unspoken.
I am dark, sinister.
Some might even say I am morbidly creepy.

My friends, you're all dead.
You just don't know it yet.
You were all marked by the world, emotionally scarred.

All the hate that is built up inside of you.
It is time to unleash it.
Wreak havoc upon the world.
Instll fear inside their hearts.
The message is simple.
Make the ones who look down on you miserable.
Make them your slaves.

Spread your message my disciples.