Sociopath Part 2

A tyrannical monster Guided by his desires Never by his conscience No origin of empathy The machine was Never born Like the tin man He has no heart With which to love Anyone but himself Delusions of Grandeur He feels entitled To all the treasures and Pleasures he can find Walking on the bellies Of the infants That he has bitten He hides his misdeeds Stroking his ace He satisfies himself By listening to My tormented screams Now hungry again To deceive another One he perceives As being weak Restless, bored Craving stimulation Starved for the thrill He goes for the kill That will sustain His own survival I am his piano Making his music By thumping On my keys Ebony or ivory It doesn't matter As long as he Bruises my soul Rocking vibrations From the melody In which you play Shakes me violently Like an earthquake So deadly, So sadistic He is the embodiment of evil Domination, Humiliation Just a tool For destruction You castrated My pedals with Your ferocious foot I used to believe You came here Because you loved The comfort of my bench No longer blind, Now I see That I was just an Instrument that you played To feed your diabolical mind Another soulless sociopath Looking for his next fix