Murder On My Mind
When a rough day is behind me
And all the tension is still there
When rage is flowing through my veins
And I'm tearing out my hair
When the evening sky is as red as blood
And my anger as full as the moon
You can feel my fury burning
Tell an explosion is coming soon
I really cannot help it
There's murder on my mind
And once I get that feeling
There's just one way to unwind
There's no slow-burn to this temper
It's a full-on raging storm
I'm all too keen to vent my spleen
I'll make them wish they were never born
The result is always chaos
My victims don't have a chance
But oh, it gets really messy
As through my mission I advance
And there's no doubt about it
I'm efficient and I'm mean
I don't care about the fall out
When I'm that wound up and keen
I confess the sight of body parts
Is a relief from my daily grind
Heads and legs and torsos tumble
When I've murder on my mind
I bet you're keen to judge me
Denounce my actions as a sin
But there is no mercy for gingerbread men
As I reach for my biscuit tin
Copyright © David Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
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