Daydreams filled with killing.
Nightmares consumed by people screaming.
All thoughts on murder.
Voices chanting "Death to all!"
Inside my head I am going mad.
Soon to commit unspeakable crimes against all humanity.
I grab my weapons of choice and head out the door.
Soon enough bodies will cover the floor.
Bathed in the blood of the innocent and guilty.
Licking my knife clean.
I reflect on the killing and relish the looks of both horror and pain that covered their faces.
Now the faces still and blank eyes staring at me.
All these things are my psychotic fantasies.
