Psycho-Path
This road I walk is my psyco-path,
long list of names my aftermath.
There is no voice inside my head,
that tells me someone should be dead.
Maybe its their hat or shoes,
maybe some were born to lose.
I could be your best of friend,
neighbor,boss or next of kin.
I could be standing next to you,
contemplating what to do.
I choose my style to please your flesh,
I feel relief with your last breath.
Because of me you've no more pain,
and to my list I add your name...
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