Psycho

Do you trust me?

Can you honestly say you do?

Do you honor me?

And worship me too?



Can you hear me whisper in your ear?

Can you tell me you have no fears?



Are you afraid of me?

Are you in total terror?

How are you doing?

Do you like my hair?



Am I scary?

Am I even alive?

IS there a reason for living your life?



Does it hurt to know the truth?

DOes it do harm to come in twos?



Who am I?

Who do you love?



Where do you go from here my dear?

Am I lost?

My lipsticks clear!

How do I know where to go??

Believe me my dear...

I am psycho.

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What a fucking bad peom! I mean your lipsticks clear....wow.....great methaphor for the clear empty space in your head.