"The Maniac Part 5"
"The Maniac Part 5"
"His Life"
Trapped in a vortex of uncertainty
The hate he feels is only out weighed by the pain
He has no control of his own self image
For the voice tells him what to do and say
His mind is so twisted into it's self
That conversations with these thoughts have become regular
As he sits alone in his dark room
Slipping even further away from sanity
...He says...
...I'll make you pay...
(in a strong voice)
...I'll make you pay...
(in a fading voice)
...I'll make you pay...
(in a weak voice)
........There was a slight pause........
and in a slight whisper you could barley hear him say
...for all my suffering...
"Then he laughs silently as he puts the gun to his head
and pulls the trigger"
A poem By:TheAngelOfDeath
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