A Schizophrenic Poem

Roses are red Violets are blue I'm a schizophrenic And so am I I hear voices, They tell me what to do. Sometimes I listen, But they want me to kill you. I don't want to do it, It wouldn't be fun. So listen to me As I suggest you run. Run so I can't follow So these voices won't make me take your life. Run far away So I don't have to use this knife. I also have Multiple Personality Disorder One part of me doesn't want to kill you But the other part of me does. I want to slit your throat and watch you bleed. I will eat your dead corpse And feed your bones to the pigs And crush your skull to give to the field mice.