Blue

Psycho
Is that so?
Is that my new label?
Isn’t that a movie that sometimes shows on cable?

So many people call me this
And everyone gets me pissed!
I only do what the voices tell me
They are inside my head you see
They make me do real bad stuff
This is not a bluff
I am not a liar
I only have one desire
To kill, maime, torture
Those that call me this word so sure
Is it you that calls me this?
Is it you that makes me pissed?
No, it is not you
For around you the ora is Blue
Oh, did I tell you?
I can see peopl’s oras too
Yours is Blue
So I am not mad at you
Only Red, Orange, and Yellow
Get me mad enough to bellow
“It is you that calls me ‘Psycho’!”
So over to him, I do go
Into his eyes, I do stare
And back at me he does glare
The voices in my head they talk
They tell me not to turn and walk
They tell me that I should attack
Not be a coward and turn my back
So, therefore, I fight
The fight does not roll on into the night
For with my superior strength
Death does one strike bringth
From his mutilated corpse, I leave
On into the midnight eve
Again I hear the voices
A hollow, metallic voice says:
KILL EVERYONE!!!
DO NOT LET ONE BEGONE!!!
So up to a Blue, I do go
Though he does not say anything, his eyes say, “Psycho”
The voices begin to talk
From him I do not turn and walk
Now, days later, while daydreaming
I can still hear him screaming—
That is, before I ripped out his throat
And threw him into a near-by moat—
He screamed at me:
“NO, DON’T YOU SEE!
“‘PSYCHO’ I DID NOT SAY
“BUT, DO AS YOU MAY
“FOR BELIEVE ME YOU WILL NOT
“JUST PLEASE DON’T LET ME ROT!”
But the voices told me not to believe
So from his sinking corpe I took leave
So rot he will not, indeed
I bet on his corpse the fish will feed
Many, many have died
To the authorities, I have lied
I had to move to another town
Guess what?—-Today, I killed a clown!
He was a Red
Now he lies in his earthly bed
Around the town, I do go
Looking for a Red, Orange, or Yellow
The voices tell me many things now
KILL ANIMALS—horses, cats, dogs, and today a cow
But to these I do not listen
For without an ora do they glisten
I was forced to move to another town
After my true side here was found
So if disappearances begin near you
You better pray, that you are a Blue…

By Blessed

Born on August 20, 1983. Went through really religious period, now in a very dark one...been there ever since. Love scaring the shit out of people that expect you to be good. Read my poetry...see what a Valedictorian really has on his mind.