evil ii (mushroom head)

naked
in front of a mirror
I can see the devil in my face
I can feel the evil flowing through me
I can see the monster in my eyes
wanting so desperately to puppet my actions
wanting so desperately for me to become like the figures on my mantle
that I've carved out of wood
that can be formed and posed and moved by puppeteer's hands
I can feel the evil
coarsing through every part of me
I can feel the warm empowerment of something beyond this world
something dark
I growl at the clock as the numbers change and indicate the time passing...
ever so slowly
mocking my failure to leave the first time
my lips curl, exposing my teeth
I want to leave the confines of this room and fuck something up
see if I can find someone else's throat to slit
or dig someone's eyes out with a blade
or bash someone's skull in with a railroad nail
or find some college girl to entrap and molest and have my way with...
till she's in tears beigging for it to end
but my logical mind has not lost it's influence completely
it talks me down
I get into my bed growling and moaning
turn on the ambient sounds of softer minds
curl up into fetal position
and wait for this to pass
(I'll just wait this out)
I stare at the clock as it mocks me
misery fills my heart
I want to release something terrible into this world
I want to leak pain throughout this entire place
down every street
upon every mountain
through every building
into every heart
leaving not one hidden place unscarred
(I close my eyes and try to let my mind drift into something less vicious)...
(and anguished)