Ghosts and voices

Trapped in my mind
My sick, twisted, immodest thoughts
Thirsty for the blood
Of the demons that have wronged me

Longing for their screams of mercy
Wanting to watch their tears spill
Hoping to see their pain in their eyes

I cannot kill my enemies
Cannot store their remains
In the large jars of formaldehyde
For my monsters are in my head

The ghosts screaming at me
Whispering in my ear for me to kill
Telling me to take the knife
And finally take my life

I can never make it go away
Can never find my cure
Damned to live my life in the cursed dream
Damned to live my life insane