psycopath

Psychopaths Oh what dark beasts they are that dwell in the night Though they have no star within there being  No soul of life to light the way No concept of life till take life away. This connection the only way You are dead and I'm not ,  therefore freed the devil with a silver glimmer of a grin , against the red of blood , I'm free  I like to be the bringer of death as I the can live within your no breath Life is no soul , understand life yet black be its whole  It's scary to think about what they see What is in the mirror, do they sleep with ease,  is in between their horrors , just a planning of how next,  governed by how much pain , actions never complex Thinking not human thoughts , what is the think when they brush their teeth and look in the mirror do they count the strokes do they brush so the next horror has a grin to shimmer more They contemplate whom easiest to kill , be it mother or a whore  i hope never to meet such a being for one face to face  the eyes will show more that there be no life within their dark core