Burning Bodies & Black Thoughts
By Mad Hatter
My mind is a hell in which bodies always burn,
Beware the gears, they always turn,
And the horrors that may await.
My mind bleeds with constant black thoughts,
Tainted intentions, ill will, noose knots
And a foul imagination.
Nobody can run nor hide from my mind,
No body able to escape the confined,
Unless I leave that body be.
People bleed, people hang, and people roast,
Sometimes I even burn their ghosts,
Sometimes I even laugh.
Sometimes I wonder why I hold such dread,
Sometimes I wonder if it’s in my head,
But then I burn more bodies.