Mind Chorus

My mind is sweet, cracked and withered
the pain so tweaked, sane or sinner
my mind speaks jitters; the lame, the quitters
the quaint admitters of hate passing by.

I seem to wonder, I seem to ponder
What is the point?
The looks start clapping
The embarrassed outcasts hide their tears
We feign to wonder, we tear asunder
this tense chill in the air.

Blood so sweet, fills the floor.
Quoth the jackal, "die you whore!"
the main intense of a time well spent
is the loathed suspense of a wolfish kiss.

Bodemion rhapsody, or demons, for short
these evanescent creatures kill for sport
Respite, rewind
the night has come
Old Jaden thinks that he has won.
Jaden, the Night Craven,
lover of Darkness, the Shadow Knight
kill all sinners, come home to the secret
place where siren faeries prance in air
the tempo lifts and we sing death on all
creatures below, die and cringe!

This world is a circus, and you're the leading clown!
why such psychedelic renown?
such randomness to be found?
such hate, discontent to be bound?