Jacob's Apathy

The rivers are red with crimson blood.
The screams of insanity engulfs my mind like a flood.
As I start to slip away.
Everything gets darker day by day.
I used to be a normal kid, happy go lucky. Sun shining down on me.
But now what is my motive, or am i just apathy.
Why am I such a monster? Only god knows what.
All those nights of pain and suffering, sowing the innocent mouths and eyes shut.
But now I'm awake, I can see and say what must be said.
Making my dreams to reality with murder in my head.
This isn't just a poem, it's a way to express my wrath.
I'm the director, producer, writer of my own life. I'm Jacob Wallace the number one psychopath.

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