Psychopath By Choice

Telling that gotesque humanid shape ( i know it was humanoid but i love the sound of humanid) concaved on the lid of the toilet bin tapered on the rim I hate you then i realised i'm not him trapped within Jokered grin death can't surprise me cause i don't care ready anywhere life was a chore i skipped when no one watches danced beneath the undressed trees cried for crying sake given what i took taking the edges of the universe and ripping it a partly invisible in daylight Moulded by the contours of the seas of the moon Licked by every wind Spoke to Sooner Couldn't care to be angry just a bare pool table no felt no feel Psychopath by choice was was that an echo or you reading my voice