Thoughts in his head
Thoughts written down with a pen near his bed
Stood up, saw him near
Thought, why couldn’t he just kill him right here
Hit him, stab him, poke his heart
With a 9 inch knife cutting all around his body part

He laughs inside and plays within
For his mind thought of a simple thought
To grin like him
His face another, his body built,
But his mind is filled with propitious guilt
He thinks again and rages within, but his smiles fool
Even the innocent that stand beside him and grin

He thinks why, why do they grin
What do they see
Do they see the inside of me
He pledges with guilt and runs from them
Then thinks of a simple thought to lingerie
Himself in again

Why don’t I cut their flesh and make a new body
Why don’t I free, what’s inside of me
He screams and shouts about what he thinks of them
The truth, the guilt that was inside of him, but
Its too late I have killed them again

So much times that I’ll have to think
Of a simple thought to make them think
What I think when I’m inside of them, then
They will know that my simple thoughts
Are just how badly I thought of them.

 
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