Motive

Emotions push this pen across my canvas,
Temperamentally poetic with a psychotic twist.
Dangerous tendencies played out in thought,
Where the end result gets your minds all caught.

Think I'm playing then read these words written,
Each verse is veiled within disguises that smitten.
I'm wicked and twisted but not so that it shows,
The dialogue reveals itself in calculated blows...

I can plot out a theme from evil ideas for my piece,
Write out a dramatic scene that acts like a desease.
My motives are hidden within the fine lines of the ink,
My words are connected to the thoughts that I think.

You may ask if I'm back but did I really go anywhere?
How could I put an end to something that is so rare?
I will continue this journey as if it's a part of my life,
To write from my heart like I'm cutting it out with a knife...