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Twisted landscapes of the mind

A wasteland of desolation

Buried deep within the subconscious

No escape from the madness that gnaws

My perception degenerates

A cerebral disintegration

Compelled by incessant whispers

Malicious diatribes castigates

I would like to kill a man. To have him die by my hand

To feel his life drain away. Extinguish light from his gaze

Twisted landscapes of the mind

A wasteland of desolation

Sickness coloured in shades of black

Diseased thoughts dwell in isolation

Mental collapse in tribulation

Nowhere to hide from myself

In the throes of violent affliction

I can’t control the beast within

Blighted by this fragile state. Mind scarred enraged with hate

I should be locked away for my own good ‘til the end of days