OH I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE SUICIDE...

'OH I DO LIKE TO BE -
BESIDE THE SUICIDE...'
sneak.

I am the lowest form of wit.
Sarcasm is my name.
Tearing you to pieces -
as turned into a game.
I like to take your staid beliefs -
and twist them to my ends.
I stalk your nightmare enemies.
Your foes will be my friends.
Your blood will stain, eventually,
these pale hands of mine.
Sculptured from indifference.
The destiny of crime.
I was born to murder you.
You were bred to kill.
Your ignorance, a catalyst.
The strength of iron will.
Happiness is when you hurt.
Laughter paints my face.
Tears for the funeral.
A mockery of grace.
Climactic grin as you descend.
Euphorically, I mourn.
I sterilise my happiness.
I bite the lips that scorn..
An orgy of depravity.
In murder I take pride.
A perfect summer evening -
to play with suicide.

sneak