Psychodrama
Schizophrenic echoes swirl within my mind.
Voices from unknown places keep me intertwined.
Anxiety’s grip tightens as I lie in bed,
choking feelings, quaking through me. Dread.
Mania bursts forth at the worst damn times.
When sorrow should consume, I rise in chaotic climbs.
Then depression drags me to my shadowed pit,
haunted by the sins that within me sit.
I wish it stopped there.
At least I could bear.
But deeper issues plague me,
tearing at my care.
Necrophiliac urges draw me to the brink,
an unholy bond with the reaper’s link.
Antisocial traits shape my daily plight.
A sociopath unbound by society’s light.
Homicidal, suicidal, in a world so grand.
I am a psychodrama, cast upon this land.
Laughing at funerals, weeping at births.
Flirting with corpses on the screen’s cold worth.
I seem quite normal, for what it’s worth.
I’m a psychodrama, living my own earth.
So sometimes I streak naked down city lanes.
Exhibitionism, not rare, just unrestrained.
Not narcissistic, but aware of what I am.
Not apathetic, just a nonchalant man.
I consumed my goldfish, chased it with Sprite.
Imagined it was my neighbor’s plight.
I may seem askew, but who’s to judge what’s right?
In my world, this is the way things take flight.
In my mind, I’m aiding a greener quest,
unearthing graves, recycling bones at best.
A smaller carbon footprint,
and you question my scheme?
Coffins make splendid decor, or so it would seem.
The little pills don’t work.
Their taste is vile.
That’s fine, they’re horrid anyway, no denial.
I’ll perform my role, entertain with flair,
dress as a clown, spreading joy unaware.
At night, I’m different, more refined in tone.
Red wine pairs well with meat, upon my throne.
Not truly twisted, just undefined.
Join me for dinner. A seat you’ll find.
Is it wrong that you haunt my endless thought,
your tender flesh, hidden, fraught?
I yearn to consume you, not in a lustful play.
Hungry for something new, come what may.
Antisocial traits shape my everyday role.
A sociopath beyond society’s control.
Homicidal, suicidal, all ideals combined.
I’m a psychodrama. My own design.