Twisted landscapes of the mind A wasteland of desolation Buried deep within the subconscious No escape from the madness that gnaws My perception degenerates A cerebral disintegration Compelled by incessant whispers Malicious diatribes Castigates I would like to kill a man. To have him die by my hand To feel his life drain away. Extinguish light from his gaze Twisted landscapes of the mind A wasteland of desolation Sickness coloured in shades of black Diseased thoughts dwell in isolation Mental collapse in tribulation Nowhere to hide from myself In the throes of violent affliction I can't control the beast within Blighted by this fragile state. Mind scarred enraged with hate I should be locked away for my own good 'til the end of days