They say psychos are not meant to live in this world but I spend everyday killing and the blood on my hands stain the walls of the house I live in

I love to watch the world burn it's a fascinating thing  our earth will be the next sun a planet just covered in flames  and I'll watch from afar as people's skin just melt away like a cube of ice on a hot sunny day  I ain't human I'm almost like an alien the way I speak bout murder
But I

Remus Hayes
Am indeed human 
Just a bit

Delusional and  not a good sort of the word
I'm a mystery to the police as I go round stabbing
I can just imagine shooting someone into the sun there eyes burning there skin itching and poof gone in a split second there teeth melted away there remains are nothing and it's psychotic but I laugh at the thought of purging on the blood of the innocent I love to think of them cowering or crying out as my boot pummelled them The weight crushing there bones the sound being a satisfying click and they slowly shatter

A glow in my eyes that screams I'm crazy I'm mentally ill and I'm not normal

It's a clock in my head it's a ticking time bomb it goes on and on and on and on then

BOOM!

I lash out as quick as lighting I pounce on my victim making them struggle under my grasp,my tightening grasp.
I'm a psycho what you gonna do about it you'll never catch me in the act you have no chance 

Sit down listen and hear my story from start to finish